I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.

I Felt Weary Of The Responsibility Of Owning Houses And Was Glad Enough To Pass Mine On To Others.

I've Put In As Many As 40 Weeks A Year On Stage. It Is Lonely And Restricted, As All Artistic Life Must Necessarily Be.

No Person In The World Ever Lost Anything By Being Nice To Me.

They Saw Me, Those Reckless Seekers Of Beauty, And In A Night I Was Famous.