Fifty Sixty

Pretty sixteen,
Beautiful heroine of the sixties,
You sway,
You're divine,
When you dance,
In Andy's eyes...

Goodbye bebop,
No longer at the top,
It's pop art,
That undermines you,
Into the trash,
Popcorn and hula hoop...

Dream of glory and fortune,
Chic in Chanel, love and always glamour,
At exhibitions you pose and expose yourself,
At 400ASA you dare all poses...

Fifty sixty,
Born in fifty,
Sexy sixty,
So exciting,
Candide is ecstatic,
She believes everything Andy,
What Andy says about her,
That she is the most beautiful
Of all the models...

Like an icon,
Under the Nikon you turn,
Head to velvet and Nico
Wants you, far from Lou Reed
In East Village
We are all young
Take me, yellow taxi
From where the legend comes

Dream of glory and fortune,
Chic in Chanel, love will always be glamorous,
I look at you in polaroid,
You know time hasn't aged a bit

Fifty sixty,
Born in fifty,
Sexy sixty,
So exciting,
Candide is ecstatic,
She believes everything they say
What they say about her
That she is the most beautiful
Of all the models...

The flower power died on the dance floor
Electro, pop doesn't exist yet
With the age of rockers, we changed eras
Rock rolls on roller skates, pop is pregnant

The flower power died a beautiful death
New wave and techno don't exist yet
Go ahead, play your last role, no longer the model
But you still dance in Andy's eyes

Fifty sixty,
Born in fifty,
Sexy sixty,
So exciting,
Candide is ecstatic,
She believes everything they say
What they say about her
That she is the most beautiful
(The most beautiful)

Fifty sixty,
Born in fifty,
Sexy sixty,
So exciting,
Candide is ecstatic,
She believes everything they say
What they say about her
That she is the most beautiful
Of all the models...