(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
Madonna - Evita - 1996
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