Edith Wharton's lovely figurines   Still speak to me today   From their mantelpiece in time   Where they wrestle and they play      Their passions and their prudences   Their finances and fears   Her face and what it's worth to her   In the passing of the years      See the portrait come to life   See the vanity behind   'Cause as we struggle for survival   Love is never blind      Now Olivia lies under anaesthesia   Her wit and wonder snuffed   In a routine operation   Her own beauty not enough      Her passions and her prudences   Her finances and fears   Her face and what it's worth to her   In the passing of the years      See the portrait come to life   See the vanity behind   'Cause in the struggle for survival   Love is never blind      Edith Wharton's lovely figurines   Still speak to me today   From their mantelpiece in time   Where they wrestle and they play      We lie under anaesthesia   Our wit and wonder snuffed   In our routine operations   Our own beauty not enough