She tells me about her dream life
About the chalet, the boarding school
She speaks French, German
In summer she surfs in Anglet
Otherwise it's hypokhâgne, khâgne
I've got a date with her at L'Usine
I hop out, there's reggae
I only see people dancing
But it feels like soundchecks
Who quietly hold court
Called The Woman from Rio
Without a single scene in Rio
With cigarillo-toting brutes
But she pulls it off brilliantly
The young actress will be bankable
A mega-star like Clark Gable
In Big Apple's boroughs
Under the spotlights and the projectors
The prod chose a voice-over
And the dialog writer only worked