Poor Greta thought she'd do better   On the West of the Berlin Wall   They went crazy down the emissary   When she missed her last curtain call   (The French let her be a domicile)      The leading lady of the Bolshy Ballet   She only lived for dancing   But in the face of matrimony   She only lived for dancing      She still heard the warnings of family   And friends, as she sat at Paris cafe   Don't leave till you're sure you'll be happier there   'Cos we'll never see you again      She saw her face on every cover   They said she was the very best   She wasn't breathing when they found her body   She couldn't stand it in the West