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Marie Claire.
Ink on Watercolour paper.

10" X 10" (25 cm X 25 cm)

One of 3 drawings created on the flight from Hawai’i to Pittsburgh.
14 Feburary 2013

Copyright © Raymond Agius 2013.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE89OeM5nmU

Where do you go to my lovely
Peter Starstead

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you’re found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don’t

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Won’t you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
’Cause I can look inside your head

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sketch, lyrics, pen, ink, portrait

A citizen of the world living predominantly on 3 continents.

Previously a Technical Designer and an Automotive designer.
Live in the European Summer on the island of Malta;
In the Asian Summer in Australia, in the American winter in the United States.

I live free of political intrigue and the need to be a part of a group. Nee nothing more than my computer, pad and paints and the will to explore humans to survive.

Retired in my 50s to find happiness, of which I am blessed.

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Comments

  • © Kira Bodensted
    © Kira Bodenstedover 1 year ago

    02-16-13 Congratulations!
    Your outstanding work has been featured in ART UNIVERSE

  • Thank you dear Kira. This practically drew itself.:o)

    – Ray-d

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