Last Tango For Paris
My karma used to be so pharmaceutical,
My world a kind of paradise hotel.
I used to keep my brain inside a cuticle
Until God blessed me with this prison cell.
And He prefers His blondes, and so He'll spare us:
He's shown me glitz is only shallow glamour.
From now on I will be a caring heiress,
And thank my Lord He's shut me in this slammer.
It's come to me with stark and sudden clarity
That I've been acting dumb, and it must cease:
From now on, I will holiday for charity,
And party hard for universal peace.
Yes, all my life, I've lived in stupid pleasure,
And now it's time to start some real repentance:
And isn't that the thing you do at leisure?
You'll find out when I've finished off this sentence.
click here for article in The Times about Paris's conversion