Gallery Girl

The boy likes the girl

The girl loves the boy

But is it to say?

Hey

Hello, Madame

The pleasure is all mine

Can I buy you the world?

She is my gallery girl

She is my gallery girl

She is my whole world

The pair on his chest

One can only guess

That time has gone elapsed

For them

Smoke in the air

So what a scare

The girl got up and left

She is my gallery girl

She is my gallery girl

She is my whole world

To more men she goes

With this her coldness grows

The girl, she starts to cry

Cry, cry, cry, cry

She cries for years and years

The puddles left are clear

She sees herself in them

She is my gallery girl

She is my gallery girl

She is my whole world