When I was most beautiful
Cities were falling
And from unexpected places blue sky was seen
When I was most beautiful
People around me were killed
And for paint and powder I lost the chance

When I was most beautiful
Nobody gave me kind gifts
Men knew only to salute and went away
When I was most beautiful
My country lost the war
I paraded the main street
With my blouse sleeves rolled high
When I was most beautiful
Jazz overflowed the radio
I broke the prohibition against smoking
Sweet music of another land!
When I was most beautiful i was most unhappy
I was quite absurd i was quite lonely

That's why I decided to live long
Like Monsieur Rouault who was a
Very old man when he painted such
Terribly beautiful pictures you see?