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