The Hon. Daisy Fellowes (née Marguerite Séverine Philippine Decazes de Glücksberg) (29 April 1890 in Paris – 13 December 1962 in Paris), was a celebrated 20th-century society figure, acclaimed beauty, minor novelist and poet, Paris Editor of American Harper's Bazaar, fashion icon, and an heiress to the Singer sewing machine fortune.
She was born in Paris, the only daughter of Isabelle-Blanche Singer (1869–1896) and Jean Élie Octave Louis Sévère Amanieu Decazes (1864–1912), the 3rd Duke Decazes and Glücksberg. Her maternal grandfather was Isaac Merritt Singer, the American sewing-machine pioneer. After her mother's suicide, she and her siblings were largely raised by their maternal aunt Winnaretta Singer, Princess Edmond de Polignac, a noted patron of the arts, particularly music.
Her first husband, whom she married 10 May 1910 in Paris, was Jean Amédée Marie Anatole de Broglie Prince de Broglie (born in Paris on 27 January 1886). He reportedly died of influenza on 20 February 1918 while serving with the French Army in Mascara, Algeria, though malicious observers gossiped that he actually committed suicide as a result of his homosexuality having been exposed.
You're such a firecracker
That they run when you're lit-
Labeled a criminal.
By your attacker
And the mind-bending hit.
Then it get subliminal.
Wire up the lie detector.
Sound the alarm for me;
These cats are crooked detectives
Trying to make a score for free.
Oh, oh!
You've got everybody else fooled,
But we know who you are.
You've got everybody else
Outraged! (At who you are)
Outraged!
Such a good faker
With a smile on your head,
But that ain't convincing me
(That ain't convincing me! )
The movers and the shakers
Wanna climb in his bed
To create history.
Set off the smoke detectors,
Burn down your masterpiece!
You are the only protection
From this small-town art thief!
Wha-oh, uh-!
You've got everybody else fooled,
But we know who you are.
You've got everybody else
Outraged! (At who you are)
Outraged!
You'll never get away with this!
You'll never get away with this!
Don't think for a minute that you're getting away with it.
Holy roller, Hellish bandit, we've got you red-handed!
Wire up the lie detector.
Sound the alarm for me;
These cats are crooked detectives
Trying to make a score for free.