The wide-eyed wonder of a child,
Thunder and lightning,
They make me smile.
Green eyes soft, come sit for a while;
A cultivated girl with a country style.
I was a boy, you were a woman.
My fantasy, my fantasy.
30 years later now things look a little bit different.
And baby, I need love to set me free.
Well carnival laughter and silouettes,
A room lit by two cigarettes.
Flutes of champagne and caviar,
Forget what’s real and who we really are!
Pick me up in a Mercedes Benz.
Dinner and music with family and friends.
The question is :
Where does it end ?
The canival stops where reality begins !