Cinema Verité

Tortoiseshell sunglasses
Headphones on
She doesn't hear me, doesn't see me
And I can watch in peace

The beach is like a chessboard
The guy with the Mercedes-Benz
Just lying there, doing nothing
With only one thing on his mind

Just another silly girl under the Sun
Like a tanning lotion commercial

He knows how to impress
Walking around like Tarzan
He's Eve, and she's Adam
And I'm on some other planet

I can feel something's about to happen
The peacock's feathers
Shade even the Sun
And he feels like the king of the jungle

And I'm here with my looking machine
Right in heaven for filming

I can blend
Innocence with skin
I can blend

I was born to see
What few dare to watch
I was born to see

Look!

Now he offers her an apple
Now he insists she takes a bite
Now he stimulates her membranes
Through the hot line

In such lonely stages
People talk a little more
Even two poor millionaires
Can end up meeting

The headphones hit the ground
And the tortoiseshell sunglasses fall
The Moon lowers its curtains
And night falls again

(Don't blame it on me)
(Hey, bravo!)