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- Sons Of Cain Are Abel
We had this fine old place in the country,
Where we grew melancholy on the lawn.
Torn between our sunday worlds.
We had a girl there who rode a motorcycle,
Moving at ninety miles an hour,
Towering six feet black.
- The Last Of The Breed
On golden sandles you walk marble terraces,
in Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro.
In the company of people with money and looks,
a most studied and glittering scenario.
- Where Do You Go To My Lovely
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records