Flame
Oh when I taste champagne
I see flames along the Seine,
I know the stains on your satin skirt
Come from another lover.
And your sweet-sixteen proportions
Aren't kept undercover
For you never played that mother virgin
Like so many others.
Ooh, for you were quite different
Got your head in the lotus flame
Oh when I taste your tongue
I feel sad you got burned so very young
And I wish I'd had your free freak body before any other
But if it wasn't for the surgeon's skill
You'd be three times a mother
And though many girls would keep it a secret
You're too cool to bother
Ooh for you were quite different
Got your head in the flame of Art
Well in a cool collage
I felt your subtle charge
I was turned on by your colours
Left my wordgames in the party shadows
And two weeks later in a foreign land
We graced the winter meadows
While the mighty media screamed disaster
Through TVs and radios
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love
Oh frightened people stare
At your flame-red hair
Well they shiver at their ancient skins
And say it isn't natural
But you'll undermine their sad disease
Although it's international
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love.
I see flames along the Seine,
I know the stains on your satin skirt
Come from another lover.
And your sweet-sixteen proportions
Aren't kept undercover
For you never played that mother virgin
Like so many others.
Ooh, for you were quite different
Got your head in the lotus flame
Oh when I taste your tongue
I feel sad you got burned so very young
And I wish I'd had your free freak body before any other
But if it wasn't for the surgeon's skill
You'd be three times a mother
And though many girls would keep it a secret
You're too cool to bother
Ooh for you were quite different
Got your head in the flame of Art
Well in a cool collage
I felt your subtle charge
I was turned on by your colours
Left my wordgames in the party shadows
And two weeks later in a foreign land
We graced the winter meadows
While the mighty media screamed disaster
Through TVs and radios
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love
Oh frightened people stare
At your flame-red hair
Well they shiver at their ancient skins
And say it isn't natural
But you'll undermine their sad disease
Although it's international
Ooh but you were quite different
Giving head to the flame of love.
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Writer(s): Peter Godwin
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