The Portrait

When she's walking down the street With stilettos on her feet Everybody wants a piece But she's way out of their league Lipstick on her cigarette Thousand pearls around her neck Just like Marie Antoinette Oh-oh, people stop and stare, and they go Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la She's a Marilyn Monroe Always there to steal the show All she touches turn to gold Oh, but she'll leave you in the cold Turn the world all upside down She's the talk all over town Yeah, she loves the pretty sound People stop and stare, and they go Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la lala la lala Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la la Ooh la la la la la Ooh la la la la la (Ooh la la la la la la la la lala)