The trees are in blossom

And I long to dance

But I strongly hope the world will

Observe me deeply

And once again turn around and observe me,

And the traffic will stop in Constantinople...

You who have made a fortune, Esther,

Leave some for me,

Leave me in the jingle of your jewellery

And in the ways of your victory,

I dont want too much, I only want

You to lead me to the beginning

And all the others: Ethel, Bessie, Ivy...

I detest you....



Gimme the phone number of your talent scout

Gimme the address of your impossible man

Gimme, gimme, gimme... I want this magic for me

Gimme the arms of your talent scout man!