The things they implied After that awful night Would make your hair curl Did you two have a fight? Was it a suicide? Ziegfeld girl Being everybody's sweetheart takes a toll Jackie and his jealousy grew harder to control You needed time to think, you needed time to know Paris in the summer beckons all the wayward souls And when the memories Come so fast and sweet They blend and swirl Was it a suicide Mercury bichloride Ziegfeld girl