madame george

down the cyprus avenue

with child-like visions leaping into view

a clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes

ford and fitzroy

madame joy

marching with the soldier boy behind

he's much older now with hat on

drinking wine

and that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

early cool night air like shalimar

outside they're making all the stops

kids out in the street collecting bottle tops

going for cigarettes and matches in the shops

happy thinking madame joy

oh

that's when you fall

oh

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 in history books you glance

into the eyes of madame joy

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 joy

outside the frosty window raps

she jumps up and says

lord have mercy