Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Last of the Breed , by - Peter Sarstedt. Release date: 13.11.1997
Song language: English
The Last of the Breed |
| On golden sandals you walk marble terraces |
| In Cape Town and Rio de Janeiro |
| In the company of people with money and looks |
| A most studied and glittering scenario |
| Great names in politics and charity adore you |
| In ballrooms with diamonds and dancing |
| Laughing but serious, poise and certainty |
| Every move made career, enhancing |
| A major player in the world of Haute Couture |
| At the salons of Paris and Milano |
| Somehow you’ve delayed the ageing process |
| Looking stunning in John Galliano |
| You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire |
| What right have the paparazzi to pry? |
| No-one's interested in knowing the truth |
| But they’ll always believe in a lie |
| So, act out the destiny |
| Play out the role |
| Follow the romantic creed |
| You are the last of the breed |
| Years spent in agony at the Ballet de Rousse |
| Too tall for a Prima Ballerina |
| A figure so graceful in a non-classical sense |
| Would have delighted Nureyev, had he seen her |
| Face slightly imperfect, a mirror underwater |
| Isabella Rossellini from a distance |
| Eyes evanescent, lapis flecked with gold |
| As though from the very roots of existence |
| You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire |
| What right have the paparazzi to pry? |
| No-one's interested in knowing the truth |
| But they’ll always believe in a lie |
| So, act out the destiny |
| Play out the role |
| Follow the romantic creed |
| You are the last of the breed |
| Those times with the famous, in Palm Beach and Long Island |
| The winters in Gstaad and Colorado |
| They were whimsical seasons, impossibly shallow |
| Hostage to a ridiculous bravado |
| Time came to leave and return to Europe |
| Promising there would be no more marriages |
| And, while Harrods refurbished the Belgravia mansion |
| You moved to the penthouse at Claridge’s |
| You keep your secrets inside Marie-Claire |
| What right have the paparazzi to pry? |
| No-one's interested in knowing the truth |
| But they’ll always believe in a lie |
| So, act out the destiny |
| Play out the role |
| Follow the romantic creed |
| You are the last of the breed |
| And there he stood, as sad as Jerusalem |
| Stone-eyed and gaunt in the silence. |