In my past life i was a dancer, i danced my life away
I didn't seek answers, was everything so perfect at that time
Oh no i didn't care
In my past life i was a dancer, i danced in cabaret
Oh you should have seen me, i stole the crowd each night
And all the men were craving me like absinthe they were drinking
Oh how i danced
In my past life there was a pianist who used to play each night
And when i was dancing his music was like words of love
But never spoken but no i did not care at all
Once came this painter down to our cabaret
He drew something for me, it was the ugliest thing i saw
But then again he was quite eloquent
Then he asked me to pose for him
I was like "No no no way, well ok"
Since then there was no 'this painter guy' anymore but simply 'my Henri'
The pianist couldn't bear it, such a lady but you're acting like a ho
Still i did not care at all
But then they threw me on the street and shut the door
No man craved me anymore cause i only danced for one
And my Henri had other plans than always being there for me
Oh how i cried
You may see my soul but you'll never read it all
You may read it all but you'll never break my heart
You may break my heart but you'll never break my will
You might break my will but i'll always have my art
And i'll always have my art
And this is not about you darling
Or how you hurt me and i'm dying
Cause oh i know that you know that i know
That we are all prostitutes anyway
We sell moments of relief so we have to seem relieved ourselves
So you see my Henri i would ask you to visit me for a friendly kiss or two
Cause once you loose that innocence it never hurts again
I didn't seek answers, was everything so perfect at that time
Oh no i didn't care
In my past life i was a dancer, i danced in cabaret
Oh you should have seen me, i stole the crowd each night
And all the men were craving me like absinthe they were drinking
Oh how i danced
In my past life there was a pianist who used to play each night
And when i was dancing his music was like words of love
But never spoken but no i did not care at all
Once came this painter down to our cabaret
He drew something for me, it was the ugliest thing i saw
But then again he was quite eloquent
Then he asked me to pose for him
I was like "No no no way, well ok"
Since then there was no 'this painter guy' anymore but simply 'my Henri'
The pianist couldn't bear it, such a lady but you're acting like a ho
Still i did not care at all
But then they threw me on the street and shut the door
No man craved me anymore cause i only danced for one
And my Henri had other plans than always being there for me
Oh how i cried
You may see my soul but you'll never read it all
You may read it all but you'll never break my heart
You may break my heart but you'll never break my will
You might break my will but i'll always have my art
And i'll always have my art
And this is not about you darling
Or how you hurt me and i'm dying
Cause oh i know that you know that i know
That we are all prostitutes anyway
We sell moments of relief so we have to seem relieved ourselves
So you see my Henri i would ask you to visit me for a friendly kiss or two
Cause once you loose that innocence it never hurts again