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I never can, this is the glamour of a modest fame (a modest fame)
Romance calls, and I'm falling all over again (over again)
The yellow soft dress you couldn't wait to dishevel
The compliments stolen from somebody's novel
One time a night, we cross the river for the cabaret, you seem so far away
Your man on the stage, he's swallowing rays, it's not for real but I know how he feels
If you don't want it, why do you take it?
If you feel nothing, why do you fake it?
It isn't me
Red lips and silver bracelets
That you see
On the high bed
Fredrick Chopin might have laid his head
Days go by, and still I'm hoping that you might call
But there's nothing at all
I don't want to hear
Your sound ringing in your empty hall
So I don't call
You didn't want it, so why did you take it?
If you felt nothing, why did you fake it?
So that's your game
To seek sensation under any name
That roller blade
So convincing as a - damn it
(A modest fame)
(A modest fame)