After another production of The Flying Dutchman,
I landed in Berlin.
Thinking over it, over it, how can I get over it
And wonder what state I'm in
Sisi was the anarchist empress of Austria
And I was in the same state that she was in
Thinking over it, over it, how can I get over it
And where the hell's that fan?
After another induction to the Hall of Famine I closed the magazine
Thinking over it,
over it,
how can I get over it And determining
Jenny was a pirate and Jane was a beheaded
And Nina was a sweet-niffle maniac
And with them in my corner I'm sure
that it's a talent And I find that
perfect man
I'm doing all that I can
Trying to make all the roses bloom in unison
Say,
I'm gonna blow you away
Making all the roses bloom
So
step away
Making all the roses bloom
After another unveiling of a bright
red herring I walked down Ruth's street
Thinking over it,
over it,
how can I get over it And where in the world will I meet
That little Mary in striped suited
lover I've read about all of my life
And that fear is a ruse and explains all the walks
Through all the parks of Europe And
why I never will tell you I love you
And why there is but just a vision of perfect man
Making all the roses bloom So
step away
And bring dazzle Making all the roses bloom