The Vanilla Queen
Barry Hay / George Kooymans
Fascinating lady
Snowflake in the sun
You made me feel so bourgeois
Oh you've captured everyone
I hear you've been a dancer
At some famous Paris show
And million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen-fifty-seven, sweetheart of the year
Secret of your beauty
Was your mountain and your fear
And now you run this city
You're still honey to the flies
Attract the incrowd dandies
Faraway look in their eyes
You're the bright nocturnal vanilla queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell my why nocturnal vanilla queen
You haunt me even in my dream
It couldn't be avoided
We were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down
And toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire
Sweet moments of relief
You blew down my fences
You're nocturnal make-believe