She's dancing in the streets, screaming at her enemies
She's the dancer and the singer of the cabaret
Cursing while she's high, drunk of all the alcohol
Dazzling with her beauty all the men in town
With strange hats and pearls, bijou and under chandeliers
I'm going down, down town to find the queen of Montparnasse
Look at her breasts
Look in her eyes
She is the queen of Montparnasse
Look at her legs, don't you touch the ass
She is Kiki de Montparnasse
Since she was 13 she worked in a shoe factory, and by her 14 she lied in the bed of Kisling Cocteau - Deren -Utrijo - Fuzita and in the beds of many-many others
She was the last great muse of Paris
She used to say: "the only thing i need is an onion, some bread
A bottle of red wine, and i will always find Somebody to offer me that"
She sings for hookers for old housewives
For wine and dollars for gold and art
She dances for the rich, prays for the poor
Is she angel?
"Hey man, I'm no angel, I am, a Woman"
Look at her breasts
Look in her eyes
She is the queen of Montparnasse
Look at her legs, don't you touch the ass
She is Kiki de Montparnasse
I am going down. Down. Down. Down