Like silent-movie stars in 60s’ Hollywood
No one knows who you are in the hipster neighbourhood
Your only friend is a memory of a dream
Walking down the Strip
Looking for the latest scene

Where have they gone, les Petites Bon-Bons?
Who dances now to their sweet old song?
I wish I lived my life free-and-easier
I need to find a new bohemia

Hot on the heels of the absolute last chance
I watched them trying out something new from France
Kamikaze eyes locked in a trance
Improvising a wild hypnotic dance

Where have they gone, les Petites Bon-Bons?
Who dances now to their sweet old song?
I wish I lived my life free-and-easier
I need to find a new bohemia

Every day is a warning evening might forget
Then the following morning has the sweet smell of regret
I’m always in love
I’m easily led
My life is a mess
Like an unmade bed

Where have they gone, les Petites Bon-Bons?
Who dances now to their sweet old song?
I wish I lived my life free-and-easier
I need to find a new bohemia

Where are they now?
Where have they gone?
Who dances now to their song?
I wish I lived my life free-and-easier
I’m on my way to a new bohemia

Other lyrics by Pet Shop Boys:

A New Bohemia

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