To be like her
I make myself beautiful
A porcelain microphone
I am an American diva
And my bedroom with its trembling walls
From the deafening music
Is a witness of my prowess
In front of the mirror I play the goddess
I'm still dreaming
She has
This "je ne sais quoi" that makes us dream
And a little bit of me can't stop
Acting as though I was her, being like her
And I imagine
That I am a Black Marilyn
And that people will quadruple my portrait
And that Warhol draws it
A Black Marilyn
To be like her
I make myself beautiful
And I act
Until I'm thanking the Academy
And my bedroom with its trembling walls
Where I shout to whoever will hear it
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
And I believe it above all
I'm still dreaming
She has
This "je ne sais quoi" that makes us dream
And a little bit of me can't stop
Acting as though I was her, being like her
And I imagine
That I am a Black Marilyn
And that people will quadruple my portrait
And that Warhol draws it
A Black Marilyn
She has
This "je ne sais quoi" that makes us dream
And a little bit of me can't stop
Acting as though I was her, being like her
And I imagine
That I am a Black Marilyn
And that people will quadruple my portrait
And that Warhol draws it
A Black Marilyn