Peter Sarstedt - The Last Of The Breed lyrics

On golden sandals you walk marble terraces In Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro In the company of people with money and looks A most studied and glittering scenario Great names in politics and charity adore you In ballrooms with diamonds and dancing Laughing but serious, poise and certainty Every move made career, enhancing A major player in the world of Haute Couture At the salons of Paris and Milano Somehow you've delayed the ageing process Looking stunning in John Galliano You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed Years spent in agony at the Ballet de Rousse Too tall for a Prima Ballerina A figure so graceful in a non-cla**ical sense Would have delighted Nureyev, had he seen her Face slightly imperfect, a mirror underwater Isabella Rossellini from a distance Eyes evanescent, lapis flecked with gold As though from the very roots of existence You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island The winters in Gstaad and Colorado They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow Hostage to a ridiculous bravado Time came to leave and return to Europe Promising there would be no more marriages And, while Harrods refurbished the Belgravia mansion You moved to the penthouse at Claridge's You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire What right have the paparazzi to pry? No-one's interested in knowing the truth But they'll always believe in a lie So, act out the destiny Play out the role Follow the romantic creed You are the last of the breed And there he stood, as sad as Jerusalem Stone-eyed and gaunt in the silence