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Better late than never
Marie Claire

Oliver Blume Better late than never

 

 

You talk like Marlene Dietrich and dance like Zizi Jeanmarie
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there's pearls and Diamonds in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment on the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep all your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sascha Distel
You go to the embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the man who move in your circle they hang on to every word that you speak

REFRAIN:

But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head
Yes I do

You're in between twenty and thirty a very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting and you live on a glittering stage
Your name is heard in high places you know the Aga Khan
He sent you a race horse for christmas and keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha ha ha

REFRAIN:

But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head
Yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off the lowly tags
And they tired

So look into my face Marie Claire and then remember just who you are
And then go and forget me forever but i know, I know you still beart he scar deep inside


REFRAIN:

But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed
What are the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head
Yes I do

 

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