Thoroughly Modern Millie - Rose Of Washington Square lyrics

They call me 'Rose of Washington Square' I'm withering there in basement air I'm fading Pose in plain or fancy clothes They say my rolling nose It seems to please artistic people Foes I've plenty of those With second-hand clothes And nice long hair I've got those Broadway vampires lashed to the mast I've got no future, but oh, what a past! I'm Rose of Washington Square