Rita de Acosta
They were under your spell
The soldiers, the saints and the sad millionaires
They only wanted love
But that was never enough for
Rita de Acosta
In a room at the Ritz
Philosophers, poets, artists and wits
They'd laugh into the night
What a strange and wonderful life
She was the one
A living work of art
She was the one who never gave her heart away
Rita, Mercedes and Ada who flew
Young, bored and rich with not much to do
When you've got dollars to burn
You can do what you want
But what is it you want?
She was the one
A walking work of art
She was the one who never gave her heart away
Rita de Acosta
Alone in the Gotham
Bankrupt and broken and all but forgotten
If she had just found love
She'd have known that that was enough
She was the one
A dying work of art
She was the one who never gave her heart away
She just could not give her heart away