An ingénue's delight
She can't find anything she likes
Only the finest foods and wines
And satin robes make up her mind
Incessantly

I'll reduce your life
I'll make you think about it twice
Incessantly

Oh when the roses turn to grey
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's bound to be passé
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Oh when the dark dissolves to day
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's like papier-mâché

She'll connect the polka dot on her Sun dress
Conceited rationale
You run from your only friends
No one believes you
They'll just treat you to cocaine
Your voguish nature and nomenclature
Have an expiry date

Oh when the roses turn to grey
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's bound to be passé
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Oh when the dark dissolves to day
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's like papier-mâché

Oh when the roses turn to grey
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's bound to be passé
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Oh when the darkness turns to day
(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's now just a charade

(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's now just a charade

(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's now just a charade

(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's now just a charade

(I'll know, I'll know, I'll know)
Your beauty's now just a charade