Sophie and Pierre - Lyrics - Violins

I'm a pleasure studies major Concentrating in abuse of power But outside the academy My subjects get so mad at me They rarely seem to grasp The heady concepts I'm exploring They sense that I'm exploiting them Or else they think I'm boring I took photographs in secret And Pierre walked on, oblivious When finally he noticed He was livid and lascivious He doesn't understand a word His head's all in a whirl It's like he's never even wondered What it's like to be a girl Stop Don't stare Sophie and Pierre are not doing this for your arousal She should not have been surprised When he recognized her eyes And he made her put the camera away She should not have been surprised When Pierre turned out to be Just enough unlike her to be fascinating He says, "Look, don't take I'm a director by trade When you photograph me, dear, you cheapen every film I've made Sophie It's unfair Take off that dress You don't know what I'd give To have the borders you transgress" On finding his whole life exposed The names of all the girls he knows Now hanging in her gallery His diary, his salary His thoughts now turn to vengeance And the perfect possibility The papers might unearth One single compromising photograph of Sophie In the flesh Was the whole thing prearranged? Was the controversy staged? Will these sweaty, heady games Reveal the secrets of our age? Or maybe just our age I can't say But in my dream, I am your installation In my dream, we form a constellation Viewed nightly from great distances Connected by the minds of audiences In my dream, you are writing this song as we speak When they lay me in my coffin I'll be King, and you'll be Goffin My Sophie