And where does she find them?

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

Then if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.