Charlotte Gainsbourg - Memoir

Lyrics: The city lights are beckoning Their sirens softly call All the fantasists and fetishist Are preparing the ball When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep With nothing to forsake But you might as well be anyone’s to take So I give myself to strangers Like I gave myself to you But the tenderness I felt Has been replaced by something new And in the orgy I can vaguely hear The outline of your call But I might as well be anyone’s at all Every memory i