Giselle Songtext
von Stew

Giselle is the girl with the scar and the switchblade mind
The girl with the tongue of thorns and rosewater grind
Giselle rings a bell so you′re thinking that you might have met
I think not son 'cause she′s one you'd never forget

So cast your pennies in her wishing well
And hope you live to tell
(Just hope you live to tell)

Though many may be the number that rang your bell
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)

None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)

Giselle has the flower that blooms and ooh such a smell
Seductively fragrance imported directly from hell
Giselle knows the rules to cricket and speaks Chinese
She does coke in front of your mom so elegantly

So cast your last into her wishing well
And hope you live to tell
(Just hope you live to tell)


Though many may be the number that rang your bell
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)

None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)

Terribly rude to Wales
Over tips like Sinatra
Quite fond of Stiv Bators
She drops acid and goes to the opera
Her cat has a personal chef
Her dog wears a dead mink sweater
Her rabbit won't pose for Hef
She wears leather whatever the weather

Giselle is the cross and the nails and the crown and the thieves
She howls at the streetlights and dances whenever she pleases
Giselle is the belle of the ball in play
Whether spying for the Russians or rushing to a plane
Headed straight to the stage in an East Village cellar
A transgender rendering of Helen Keller

And cast your fish into her wishing well
And hope you live to tell
(Just hope you live to tell)


Though many may be the number that rang your bell
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)

None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)
None cracked it like Giselle
(None cracked it like Giselle)