your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.
where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.
and the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word you speak, yes they do.
and the painting you stole from Picasso, your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
