What is my perfect crime?
I break into Tiffany's at midnight
Do I go for the vault?
No
I go for the chandelier
It's priceless
A woman catches me
She tells me to stop
It's her father's business
She's Tiffany
I say no
We make love all night
In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms
I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada
I don't trust her
Besides, I like the cold
Thirty years later I get a postcard
I have a son and he's the chief of police
(This is where the story gets interesting)
I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero
She's been waiting for me all these years;
She's never taken another lover
I don't care, I don't show up
I go to Berlin
That's where I stashed the chandelier