The French Let Her

Poor Greta thought she'd do better

On the West of the Berlin Wall

They went crazy down the emissary

When she missed her last curtain call

(The French let her be a domicile)

The leading lady of the Bolshy Ballet

She only lived for dancing

But in the face of matrimony

She only lived for dancing

She still heard the warnings of family

And friends, as she sat at Paris cafe

Don't leave till you're sure you'll be happier there

'Cos we'll never see you again

She saw her face on every cover

They said she was the very best

She wasn't breathing when they found her body

She couldn't stand it in the West