Rita took away my smile
In her smile, my topic
She took with her what was rightfully mine
She riped me off the chest and more
She took her portrait, her rag, her plate
What a role!
A picture of San Francisco
And a good Christmas record
Rita killed our love out of revenge
Didn't even left any inheritance
She didn't take any money, for there wasn't any
But she caused losses and damages
She took away my plans, my poor mistakes
My 20's, my heart
And besides all, left my guitar mute