In a darkened room deep in the crowd
A familiar tune, the music’s loud
Spotlights dance around the stage
With knowing glance, I turn the page

I see her and she’s dressed in black
Not in person – in paperback
Will she pose for me tonight?
I hold my breath, follow the light

Through the haze all I can see
Are models strutting purposefully.
Then I spot her walking proud
The clothes she wears delight the crowds

Her sultry eyes and jet-black hair
All I can do is sit and stare
If I can get my timing right
Who knows, she could be mine tonight?

Out of reach, a designer’s dream
She is a peach, the catwalk queen
We all desire but cannot touch
My hearts on fire she means so much

Her picture in the magazines
Leaps from the page into my dreams
Maybe one day she’ll be mine
Then we can leave this pantomime.