[Aristocrats:]
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of state are her latest play
Eight shows a week, two matinees
My how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?
My how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?
[Eva:]
The chorus girl hasn`t learned the lines you`d like to hear
She won`t go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted
By making donations just large enough to the correct charity
She won`t be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropy
Even if you asked her to be
As you should have asked her to be
The actress hasn`t learned the lines you`d like to hear
She won`t join your clubs, she won`t dance in your halls
She won`t help the hungry once a month at your tombolas
She`ll simply take control as you disappear
[Che:]
Forgive my intrusion, but fine as those sentiments sound
Little has changed for us peasants down here on the ground
I hate to sound childish, ungrateful, I don`t like to moan
But do you now represent anyone`s cause but your own?
[Eva:]
Everything done will be justified by my foundation