Van Morrison - Madame George
Down On Cyprus Avenue
The Clicking Clacking Of The High-heeled Shoes,
Ford And Fitzroy; Madam George.
With A Child-like Vision Leaping Into View.
Marching With The Soldierboy Behind
He's Much Older Now With Hat On, Drinking Wine
And The Smell Of Sweet Perfume Comes Drifting Thru
In The Cool Night Breeze Like Shalimar
And Suddenly You're Up Against The Bathroom Door.
You're In The Front Row Touching Him
And Then Your Self Control Lets Go
The Hallway Lights Are Finely Getting Dim
And Outside They're Making All The Stops
Going For Cigarettes And Matches To The Shops,
The Kinds Out In The Streets Collecting Bottle Tops,
Happy Talking, Madam George
Oh, That's When You Fall
And That's When You Fall, Oh,
And You Fall Into A Trance
Into The Eyes Of Madam George
With Your Folded Arms In History Books You Glance
Sitting On A Sofa Playing Games Of Chance
And You Think You've Found Your Bag,
You're Getting Weaker And Your Knees Begin To Sag
And In The Corner Playing Dominoes In Drag,
The One And Only Madam George
And Outside The Frosty Window Raps
It's Not Easy Now You Know
Stands Up, Drops Everything She Gots,
She Says "be Cool, I Think That It's The Cops"
Catch A Train From Dublin Up To Sandy Row,
Now You Know You Gotta Go
In The Wind, Rain & Fog & Slush & Snow
Keep On Going On
And All The Little Boys Comin' Round
Say Good-bye We Know You're Pretty Far Out
They Got Gold Cigarette Lighters In Their Pockets
Walking Away From It All, So Cool.
That's When You Fall.
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