Look, my boy... a new girl! There's youth untouched. Now watch the Broadway wolves go after her.
Poor kids! A few brief hours of paint and breathless rush, and then their night begins... a gilded span of unreal things. Poor moths!
Sally... a flame schooled in the whims and the wants of men.
Irene... the dreamer pursued always by the two... the boy who leved her and the man who wanted her.
Mary... an innocent stepping into her new world.
Oh, that kiss in the dark was to him just a lark, but to me twas a thrill.
But what does it matter? The world laughs, the cymbals crash, the show goes on!
Well, this is Broadway! You're an idol until they tire of you, and then... you're just out, that's all!
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