The Actress Hasn't Learned The Lines (You'd Like To Hear)

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?



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



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?



Everything done will be justified by my foundation