In a long black gown that blows in the wake
Of the shimmering lady who
There's a man to take the enormous lashes
That drift from her eyes a blue
A cigarette holder always in place
Framing the untouched, timeless face
Of the lady with the eyes
Of the lady with the sighs

When she dances
And it drags there
Feeling classy

She's a vamp burning camp
For the people to stand for
Age cannot hamper
Drenched in champers

The shaded background in Vienna where she suffered, oh she knew
So the mocking eyes and the throwaway sighs
Hold smouldering memories too
The graceful gilde as she pass the air
The dampning dim of her frozen stare
Oh, the lady with the eyes
Oh, the lady with the sighs
Then she sings
The smoke rings
The darlings

She's a vamp burning camp
For the people to stand for
Age cannot hamper
Drenched in champers

Legend, myth, and mystery
She comprises of all three
Clouded in her image, untouchable

Venturing out always to be
What the mind's eye thinks is she
Shrouded in her vales, a sea unscrutable to such as we

She wove a spell to all who came
With a power of a lady likes to fix a glove of fear
And the eyes that glazed from a thousand wars
All the crystals here are slowly burned
Oh, the lady with the eyes
Oh, the lady with the sighs

And she flows
As she goes
Faded rose
She's a
Ooh

Glitter, touch her, touch her, no
She's a vamp
She's a vamp, ahh
She's a vamp
She's a vamp
She's a vamp