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

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