Lyrics:

A masquerade...
You walk in the moonlight
don´t like the sade
you live with the seatide
you look like Nostradamus
although you´re not as famous
your pace is fast and nervous
you can´t stop

CHORUS
Lunatic and aristocratic (there you go)
Lunatic and your eyes are magic
Lunatic and aristocratic (there you go)
Lunatic and the strange is logic

You take a chance
two fiches on red nine
(He) Let´s have a dance
(She) Yes Darling... Next time
You´re no Casanova
you´re just a lonely number
you´re ill with sexomania
you can´t stop

repeat CHORUS