Rita Lyrics

Johnny Dowd

Everywhere she goes, she feels at her place
She looks in the mirror, can't recognize her own face
She and she never smiles
She some capture, once it was wild
Rita's a beauty, another must
She wishes to be, but cannot

She hates the eyes, that on her are crying
She's an equation, that cannot be explained
She is a portrait, find in a frame
Of the perfection she's so ashamed
Rita's a beauty, another must
She wishes to be, but cannot

Some dream of apple, that hang from the tree
Some dream of floods, where rivers are free
She dreams a closet, she hangs like a dress
No one to see her, no one to impress
Rita's a beauty, another must
She wishes to be, but cannot.

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