The Portrait (Ooh La La)

Ooh La La (The Portrait) When she's walking down the street With stilettos on her feet Everybody wants a piece Ooooh but she's way out of their league Lipstick on her cigarette Thousand pearls around her neck Just like Marie Antoinette, People stop and stare, and they go Oh la la la la la la la la lala Oh la la la la la la la la lala Oh la la la la la la la la lala Oh la la la la la la la la lala She's a Marilyn Monroe Always there to steal the show All she touches turn to gold, oooh But she'll leave you in the cold Turn the world all upside down She's the talk all over town And she loves the pretty sound When people stop and stare, and they go