Madame George - Take 4

On four

Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue

With childlike visions leaping into view

The clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe

Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind

He's much older now with a hat on, drinking wine

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

The cool night air like Shalimar

There's some outside, they're making all the stops

The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops

Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops

Taken home to Madame George

Oh, that's when you fall

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

That's when you fall

Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance

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 a corner playing dominoes in drag

The one and only Madame George

And from outside, the frosty window raps

She jumps up and says

"Lord, have mercy, I think that it's the cops"

And immediately drops everything she gots

Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go

On the train from Dublin up to Sandy Row

Throwing pennies at the bridges far below

In the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

I 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 with their cigarette lighters

Walking away from it all so cold

And she just stops

And here's your gloves

And gives you the love that loves to love

That loves the love, that loves the love

That loves to love the love

Yeah, that's when you fall

Yeah, that's when you fall

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

I wonder why for Madame George

Get back, get back

The love, the love that loves to love

That loves to love, that loves to love

The love

Get back, get back

Say goodbye, goodbye

Standing in the rain, darling

And getting soaking wet

In the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

In the backstreets you must go

Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Ooh, baby

Goodbye

Goodbye

The love, the love to love

The love that loves to love, the love that loves to love

Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George

Wonder why for Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George