Who's to say on whom heaven smiles,
Our different ways we try hard to recognise.
Loneliness was tough,
The toughest role you ever played;
Hollywood created a superstar –
And pain was the price you paid;
Even when you died,
The press still hounded you –
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude.
But I want love, just a different kind.
I want love, won't break me down,
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in.
I want a love, that don't mean a thing.
That's the love I want, I want love.