Rita took away my smile
With her smile, my conversation
She took with her what was rightfully mine
She riped me off her chest and more
She took her picture, her rags, her plate
What a blunder!
A San Francis statue
And a good record by Noel Rosa
Rita killed our love, and as a revenge
Left no inheritance behind
She didn't take no money, because I had none
But she caused dammages
She took my plans, my poor illusions
My 20's, my heart
And to top it off, made my guitar dumb