Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue With a childlike vision leaping into view Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe Ford & 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