The Vanilla Queen (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1973 Moontan

Fascinating lady, snowflake in the sun
You make me feel so bourgeois, you’ve captured everyone
I hear you’ve been a dancer at some famous Paris show
And million dollar lovers neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven, sweetheart of the year
The secret of your beauty was your moontan and your fear
And now you run this city, you’re still honey to the flies
Attract the incrowd dandies, faraway look in their eyes

You’re the bright nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You’re mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You haunt me even in my dream

It couldn’t be avoided, we were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down and toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire, sweet moments of relief
You blow down my fences, you’re natural make-believe

You’re the bright nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You’re mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You haunt me even in my dream

You’re the bright nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You’re mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why nocturnal Vanilla Queen
You haunt me even in my dream