She can see reflections
 In her own eyes
 An admission of desire,
 On a handsome afternoon
 Is an ovation to her ego
 In her everyone is everything and
 Everything is mine
 Ms. Marceau
 You don't need another,
 You'll always be your own hero
 Myself Ms. Marceau
 You don't need another, you'll always
 Be your own hero

 As if we're speaking in
 Another language
 Every word means I, me,
 Mine every hello every good
 No escape to the life of the average
 It's an ovation to my ego
 In her everyone is everything and
 Everything is mine

 We're very fortunate to have her here
 Accounts are empty and my friends
 Deserted long ago but
 She say that I'm okay, so I'm okay