GRACE
Shine your light on her and the movie starts
Reflections in her eyes like the Monaco summer
The camera takes what it wants
She's never played a part so real
The golden girl belongs to the screen
But there's a diamond that changed her time
To the kings and queens of the royal cuff
And she's stepped into her throne
She's that new age French Riviera girl
They call her Grace Kelly
Starlet in her silver screen
Lighting up in the Monaco heat
He had search in his eyes, he found her sitting
In her cold cashmere and vinyl records playing
Just kiss those reels once more
But she's fallen for something more
She has the sunshine in her hair
She's dancing circles without a care
She's the girl with all the heirs
And she won't go without a dare
She's that new age French Riviera girl
They call her Grace Kelly
Starlet in her silver screen
Lighting up in the Monaco heat
They said
She was a stranger
She was danger
They thought
She couldn't face it
She can't brace it
She's that French Riviera girl
They call her Grace Kelly
Queen of the movie scene
Princess of the Monaco green
Hitchcock favorite number
The leading Lady in her chamber
Let's get down to some blue beats
Let's cruise by Riviera scene
Get the lights, get the camera
Catch her while she passes by
Don't let royals just pass you by
Baby's that French Riviera girl
They call her Grace Kelly
Starlet, Queen of the silver screen
Firing up in the Monaco heat.
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Beat Poetry
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