A Lady In Red

The lady in red Ah, Cristiane, so tall an elegant you are Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner’s yearly pay Perfect your make-up; did you need help? Ah, Cristine, you are so stern, a tanned gym mistress wants us to pay our taxes on time, be modest in our pay demand You are a Goddess and therefore pay no taxes Ah, Cristine, I saw you once at Gar Du Nord in Paris, boarding a train tall you were, among grey-suited men, deeply tanned your face Your silk scarf is so colourful; who is your hairdresser? Ah, Cristine, severely you lectured the Greeks squandering money Demanding they pay promptly and save on social expenses. The day you went for a holiday in the Bahamas.