Versuri 04. Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue 
With a childlike vision leaping into view 
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe 
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George 
 
Marching with the soldier boy behind 
He's much older with hat on drinking wine 
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through 
The cool night air like Shalimar 
 
And outside they're making all the stops 
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops 
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops 
Happy taken Madame George 
 
That's when you fall 
Whoa, that's when you fall 
Yeah, that's when you fall 
When you fall into a trance 
 
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance 
With your folded arms and history books 
You glance into the eyes of Madame George 
 
And you think you found the bag 
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag 
In the corner playing dominoes in drag 
The one and only Madame George 
 
And then from outside the frosty window raps 
She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops 
And immediately drops everything she gots 
Down into the street below 
 
And you know you gotta go 
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row 
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below 
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow 
 
Say goodbye to Madame George 
Dry your eye for Madame George 
Wonder why for Madame George 
 
And as you leave, the room is filled with music 
Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room 
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all 
 
So cold, and as you're about to leave 
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves 
And the gloves to love, to love the gloves 
 
To say goodbye to Madame George 
Dry your eye for Madame George 
Wonder why for Madame George 
Dry your eyes for Madame George 
 
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street 
In the backstreet, in the back street 
Say goodbye to Madame George 
 
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street 
Down home, down home in the back street 
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye 
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye 
 
Say goodbye to Madame George 
And the loves to love to love the love 
Say goodbye, ooo, mmm 
Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George 
 
Dry your eye for Madame George 
Wonder why for Madame George 
The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love 
Say goodbye, goodbye 
 
Get on the train 
Get on the train, the train, the train 
This is the train, this is the train 
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye 
Get on the train, get on the train