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