An ingénue's delight She can't find anything she likes Only the finest foods and wines And satin robes make up her mind Incessantly
I'll reduce your life I'll make you think about it twice Incessantly
Oh when the roses turn to grey I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Your beauty's bound to be passé I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Oh when the dark dissolves to day I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Your beauty's like papier-mâché
She'll connect the polka dot on her sun dress Conceited rationale You run from your only friends No one believes you They'll just treat you to cocaine Your voguish nature and nomenclature Have an expiry date
Oh when the roses turn to grey I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Your beauty's bound to be passé I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Oh when the darkness turns to day I'll know, I'll know, I'll know Your beauty's now just a charade
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