Be my heart a well of love Flowing free so far above All those beautiful people I want to have them all All those porcelain models If only I could make them fall A wintry eve Once upon a tale An Ugly Duckling

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here