May 1999 by Flying Stone
Verse 1 – The Pedestrian
You look from posters, wide open Your eyes,
pretty Your face, erotic and far.
You lay on the floor, Your head in the hand
look like a woman, look like a child.
Chorus – The Model
When all my roles have gone away
Fallen down the stairs I stay
When all the masks don’t work no more
And nothing’s left to hide my soul
Who am I? Can you imagine who am I?
Who am I? Feel so weak! I’m gonna cry
Verse 2 – The Photographer
Okay girl, relax, and we will try it again
Stretch your right leg and put your head on your arm
Touch the floor with your hand, lay the elbow on your breast
Look as if you’re obsessed by a great sensual love
Verse 3 – The Reporter
How do you feel? Are you all right again?
What makes you happy? When do you feel good?
Have you realized how lucky you were?
Twenty five years and a millionaire
© 1999 Flying Stone