Lyrics
Rita D'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 D'Acosta, in a room at the Ritz
Philosophers, poets, and 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 Ida 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 D'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
The soldiers, the saints, and the sad millionaires
They only wanted love
But that was never enough for
Rita D'Acosta, in a room at the Ritz
Philosophers, poets, and 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 Ida 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 D'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