A Masquerade...
You walk in the moonlight
Don't like the shade
You live with the sea tide
You look like Nostradamus
Although you're not as famous
You pace is fast and nervous
You can't stop.
Lunatic and Aristocratic
There you go
Lunatic and you're eyes are magic
Lunatic and Aristocratic
There you go
Lunatic and the strange is logic
You take a chance
Two fiches on Red Nine
Let's have a dance
Yes darling ... next time
You are no Casanova
You're just a lonely number
You're ill with sexomania
You can't stop.
Lunatic and Aristocratic
There you go
Lunatic and you're eyes are magic
Lunatic and Aristocratic
There you go
Lunatic and the strange is logic