Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER  Ziggy, I call him Ziggy  I'm so hot for him  He's not at all like all the rest  But he's held out and he's the best  Even if I know  He would never go with me  Ziggy, they call him Ziggy  I'm so hot of him  And when I saw him that first day  I went and gave myself away  Oh so indiscreet  Oh but he was sweet to me  Four a.m. he's here by my side  Talking, laughing and making friends  Making fun of me too  He can do whatever he wants  I don't mind, but he pretends  Not to see what I go through  ziggy, my crazzy Ziggy  I get weak for him  He lives a life that I can't share  I don't know why but I know where  Oh it breaks my heart  Knowing I'm not part of him  Why won't he try anything new?  I would be his very best  And his first, in many ways  Oh if I were one of his boys  Thin and languid and self-possessed  So in demand nowadays - oh  Ziggy, I call him Ziggy  I'm so hot for him  He's not at all like all the rest  But he's held out and he's the best  Even if I know  He would never go with me