Cinema Verité

Black tortoiseshell glasses
Headphones on the temple
He doesn't hear me, he doesn't see me
And I can calmly observe
The beach like a chessboard

The guy with the Mercedes-Benz
Who's just lying there
Has only one thing on his mind

Just one more silly girl under the Sun
Like a tanning lotion ad
He knows how to impress
Walking like Tarzan
He's Eve and she's Adam
And I'm on any planet
I sense something is going to happen

The peacock feathers
Darken even the Sun
And he feels like the king of the jungle
And I'm with the viewing machine
Right in paradise to film

I can combine
Innocence with skin
I can combine
I was born to watch
What few want to see
I was born to watch

Now he offers her an apple
Now he insists she tries
Now he stimulates her membranes through the hot line
In lonely scenarios

People talk a little more
And even two poor millionaires can meet
The headphones fell
And the tortoiseshell glasses
The Moon lowers the curtains
It's night again