a story song
a short drama about two people who had there 15 minutes of 'flame'
She was a voluptuous woman, she held the moon in her eye
golden rings on her fingers, a rose tattoo on her thigh
she bore a striking resemblance to the woman of his dreams
undone and made-up and tight at the seams
He was a man of the world, that's what the papers all said
but he had nothin' goin' but a smile and a 'vette
she was a fish in the ocean, all alone in the sea
and he was the shark bait, man, but he couldn't see
but neither could she
that they were goin' down in history
He pushed through the crowd towards the goddess of light
and when she looked up, well, she saw her white knight
they laughed and they danced, exchanged information
for their feelings of love there was no explanation
then the temperature went up, visibility went down
as the fog of romance made them alone
alone with each other, the other unknown
romantic chameleons, true colors not shown
but they'll soon be known
'cause they'll be goin' down in history
Then the pedestal crumbles and the goddess comes down
and the knight's shining armour falls to the ground
as the love-haze is lifting they encounter the storm
of each other's truth, their covers are blown
and she's a voluptuous woman, she holds the moon in her eye
golden rings on her fingers, a rose tattoo on her thigh
and he's a man of the world, that's what the papers all said
but he's got nothin' goin' but a smile and a 'vette
and they'll be goin' down
in history