Fascinating lady, snowflake in the sun
You make me feel so bourgeois
oh, you’ve captured everyone
I hear you’ve been a dancer
At some famous Paris show
and million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
sweetheart of the year
[THE]Secret of your beauty,
was your moontan and your fear
and now you run this city
You’re still honey to the flies
Attract the incrowd dandies
Faraway-look in their eyes
You’re [A] bright, nocturnal vanilla queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why, nocturnal vanilla queen
You haunt me, even in my dreams
It couldn’t be avoided
We were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down
and toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire
Sweet moments of relief
You blew down my fences
[WITH YOUR] natural make-believe