I heard you saw her again last eveningI heard you'd
been with her for two or three daysI still have her
picture taped to my mirrorDid she still look the same
after all these years?I remember her as the most beautiful
womanWas her hair still blonde?
Were her eyes still blue?Were they soft and gentle
or filled with tears?Did she still look as hurt after
all these years?I lost track of her way back in the
sixtiesI even heard that she had tried suicideThere
were rumors the government killed her careerDid she
still look as scared after all these years?
Will they ever uncover her terrible secretAnd untangle
the mystery of her life?Will they ever know why she
disappeared?Was she still as gone after all these years?Was
she still as alluring, still as seductive?
Could she still drive you crazy by the look on her
face?Did she still have a whisper you could hear cross
an ocean?Was she still a scandal still a disgrace?
Was she still as impossible,
still as voluptuous?Still as helpless and full of fears?Was
she still as provocative, still as compelling?
Was she still as late after all these years?