You pick out your credit cards and check into the night |
| A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right |
| So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo |
| Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone |
| But there's one place left to go before the taxi home |
| After all you've made your marks |
One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor |
| The next night you're Marilyn Monroe |
| Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes |
| Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go? |
Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six |
| The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show |
| 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned |
| It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks |
| You made your marks, you made your marks |
| We believe it's for real |
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich |
Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me |
| But I love my wife and I love my family |
| I've got a good job, responsibilities |
| And I need to keep respect from society |
| I know you'll never act with me |
| I know that you're in love with me |
| So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night? |
| Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina? |
You made your marks, you made your marks |
| Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light |
| And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night |
| Just making marks, just making marks |
| Just making marks, just making marks |
| You made your marks |