Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER

Ziggy, I call him Ziggy

I'm so hot for him

He's not at all like all the rest

But he's held out and he's the best

Even if I know

He would never go with me

Ziggy, they call him Ziggy

I'm so hot of him

And when I saw him that first day

I went and gave myself away

Oh so indiscreet

Oh but he was sweet to me

Four a.m. he's here by my side

Talking, laughing and making friends

Making fun of me too

He can do whatever he wants

I don't mind, but he pretends

Not to see what I go through

ziggy, my crazzy Ziggy

I get weak for him

He lives a life that I can't share

I don't know why but I know where

Oh it breaks my heart

Knowing I'm not part of him

Why won't he try anything new?

I would be his very best

And his first, in many ways

Oh if I were one of his boys

Thin and languid and self-possessed

So in demand nowadays - oh

Ziggy, I call him Ziggy

I'm so hot for him

He's not at all like all the rest

But he's held out and he's the best

Even if I know

He would never go with me