Терре-Хот. Дон Нигро

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      Each night by the stage door

      you could see her in rags,

      she'd stand there no matter

      how cold or how long—

      the pale and forlorn girl

      would wait for the stars,

      and she'd sing to them sadly

      this song, oh this song—

      Ohhh, please give me the keys to Paradise,

      I want oh so much to get in,

      to stand on the stage, and be all the rage,

      and be fussed at by rich folks

      and flirt some with sin—

      you don't look much nicer than I look,

      you can't sing much better than I,

      oh please give me the keys to Paradise,

      if I can't be an actress I'll die, yes I'll die,

      if I can't be an actress, I'll die. – При необходимости театр может использовать свой вариант стихов.