Not everyone is allowed to write songs about Marilyn Monroe. Because most people are not worthy. Elton John, of course, had the ultimate song about Marilyn, but this is a close second. Because if anyone is worthy it’s Bryan Ferry, a connoisseur of all things comely, female and glamorous. A man you can count on for refined romantic longing. This song makes me swoon and drool a little, and then I get depressed thinking about how glamorous men simply don’t exist. There’s just no such thing. Ferry wasn’t born glamorous either. He’s the son of a farmer. He was enchanted by Old Hollywood growing up, and meticulously reinvented himself as a suave, chic, marquee-worthy star. Maybe the sons of landed gentry just naturally know how to work a bowtie and tuxedo, but out in the real world it’s a skill set few bother to acquire, sadly. If you ever see an elegant man in the wild, immediately jump his bones.