by Jerome Kern, Don't Turn My Picture to the Wall (1912)
“ An heiress was I, and you were a King though between us we hadn't a crown But youth was our kingdom and all it could bring Love was better than weath, or renown You and I could defy, All the whole world might say, When we dined, Sometimes wined, In that little cafe Ah well I remember, Forget if you can, When we lived the life of the Quatier Latin. ”
