Rose of Washington Square.
I'm withering there,

in ba!@&(t air I'm fading.
Rose with all my fancy clothes
They say my turned up nose

It seems to please artistic people.

Foes, I've plenty of those.

With second-hand clothes, and nice long hair!
I've got those Broadway vampires last to the mast.
I've got no future, but oh! What a past.

I'm Rose of Washington Square.



Foes, I've plenty of those.
With second-hand clothes, and nice long hair!
I've got those Broadway vampires last to the mast.

I've got no future, but oh! What a past.
Rose of Washington Square.