Rose Of Washington Square Lyrics

Alice Faye Rose Of Washington Square

Rose of Washington Square.
I'm withering there,
in basement 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.