Serge Lama - She's a star

Faded drapes
A crooked shade
A matted rug on the floor
A dirty tray, filled with cigarettes
And a rusty lock on the door
There she lives
Just below the stair
In a room that's marked number 3
Bet her mind lives apart
In an old memory...

And the crowd rushes to the rope
Hey, I got here first, let me have a peek
See the ring? see the sable coat?
What I earn a year, she can make a week
And that man, he's her gigolo
Even though he chauffeurs her car
Well, so what?
After all, she's a star!

And she lives high up on a hill
With a swimming pool, and an iron gate
Once a prince traveled round the world
Just to pay a call and she made him wait
Every day, in a tub of ice
They deliver fresh caviar
Well; why not?
After all, she's a star!

Broken chair
An empty vase
A dying fern on the sill
Beside The bed, faded photographs
Of a smiling girl on a hill
Just a room
Known as number 3
Where the summer breeze doesn't blow
And her mind lives apart
In a long, long ago...

And the crowd rushes in the rope
Hey, I got here first, let me have a peek
See the ring? See the sable coat
What I earn a year, she can earn a week
And that man, he's her gigolo
Even though he chauffeurs her car
Well, so what
After all
She's a star

And she lives high up on a hill
With a swimming pool, and an iron gate
Once a prince traveled round the world
Just to pay a call and she made him wait
Every day in a tub on ice
They deliver fresh caviar
Well so what
After all
She's a star...

When she's there, way up on the screen
Isn't she a joy? isn't she a prize?
With her smile, silent and serene
And that little light shining in her eyes
Will forever stay as they are
She'll endure
That's for sure
She's a star...