Vamp Peter Straker

In a long black gown that blows in the wake
Of the shimmering lady who
There's a man to take the enormous lashes
That drift from her eyes a blue
A cigarette holder always in place
Framing the untouched, timeless face
Of the lady with the eyes
Of the lady with the sighs

When she dances
And it drags there
Feeling classy

She's a vamp burning camp
For the people to stand for
Age cannot hamper
Drenched in champers

The shaded background in Vienna where she suffered, oh she knew
So the mocking eyes and the throwaway sighs
Hold smouldering memories too
The graceful gilde as she pass the air
The dampning dim of her frozen stare
Oh, the lady with the eyes
Oh, the lady with the sighs