Glitter and be gay, was the part I play. Here I am in Paris, France. Lost to bend my soul, to surround it all. Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance. All else forbid that I remained beside my lady mother. My virtue had remained unstained. Until I made a brand new beginning, by some grand duke or other. What was not to be, harsh necessity, brought me to this gilded cage. Want of all things, here I drew my will. Ah, singing of a sorrow, where nothing can boss rage. And yet, of course, I rather like to revel. I have no strong objection to champagne. My virtue is as expensive as the devil. Perhaps it is ignoble to complain. Enough, enough of being basely tearful. I'll show my noble stuff by being bright and cheerful. I'll show my noble stuff by being bright and cheerful. Pearls and ruby rings. Ah, how can worldly things take the place of all I've lost? Can they compensate for my fallen state? Purchased as they were, at such an awful cost. Bracelets, lavaliers. Can they dry my tears? Can they blind my eyes to shame? Can the brightest brooch shield me from reproach? Can the purest diamond purify my name? And yet, of course, these trinkets are endearing. I'm oh, so glad my sapphire is a star. I rub like a twint in charity. If I'm not pure, at least my jewels are. Enough, enough. I'll take their diamond necklace and show my noble stuff by being bright and cheerful. I'll show my noble stuff by being pure and reckless. Observe how greedily I conceal the dreadful, dreadful shame I feel. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.