As I wanted so to visit you at home
You'd flown from our country and lying in the summer sun
I could not find you when I finally reached the beach
To find you'd gone to winter in a Munich retreat
Rich man's daughter has gone out to see
What makes the world turn
What makes you burn for me
Rich man's daughter has gone on a fling
What makes your world turn
I ask you now won't you be a real friend
Caught you in the ocean sailing for Seychelles
A native attraction to the shade of the green sea
I gave you the message but you'd thrown it into the water
You say I disturb you yet you ask me back tomorrow
From the lights of Paris to the London fanfares
I walk alone in search of the girl with the ruby hair
I make for New York to find you in deep despair
Dying inside while your world is free