| When the great collector found her
|
| She was just a girl
|
| She rang a chord inside him
|
| And he stole her to the centre of his world
|
| Many wished they could be in her shoes
|
| But she surely did know how to have the blues
|
| He tried to make a star of her
|
| She never did know why
|
| And though she could have told him
|
| There were some things that his money couldn’t buy
|
| She never knew a way to refuse
|
| But she surely did know how to have the blues
|
| They say tomorrow’s such a long, long time
|
| They say tomorrow never comes
|
| Whatever happened to this dream of mine
|
| Count the days as they run
|
| He built himself a castle
|
| On a hill above a bay
|
| Where Marion the Chatelaine
|
| Charmed every single one who came to stay
|
| Some never knew, while others read the clues
|
| That she surely did know how to have the blues
|
| They say tomorrow’s such a long, long time
|
| They say tomorrow never comes
|
| Whatever happened to this dream of mine
|
| Count the days as they run
|
| When all the parties ended
|
| In the castle on the hill
|
| The paintings and the statues stood alone
|
| And all the corridors grew still
|
| She got caught between the shadows and the booze
|
| And she surely did know how to have the blues |