James Dean

There was a terrible crash. They found his still beating heart in the ash. He'd turned down a dark road, and was blinded by a dizzying flash. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment désolée. My boy, my boy. He was my sacred disgrace, his eyes as cold and black as space. And since his poster came down, they're all I recall of his face. My boy, my boy, I'm sorry. Je suis vraiment désolée. My boy, my boy. (Call an ambulance) It is a terrible fall, when your teen idol is proved mortal. And the saddest thing is, I'll say that I never liked him at all.