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Down on Cyprus Avenue,
With a childlike vision, leaping into view.
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled show;
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George.
Marching with the soldier boy behind;
He's much older now, with hat on, drinking wine.
And that smell of sweet per-fume comes drifting through,
The cool night air like Shalimar.
And outside they're making all the stops,
The kids out in the street, col-lecting bottle tops.
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops;
Happy taken, Madame George.
That's when you fall, woah, 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 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 that it's the cops.
And i-mmediately, 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 good-bye 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 a-way from it all, so cold.
And as you're a-bout to leave,
She jumps up and says; hey love, you for-got your gloves.
And the love that loves, the love that loves, the love that loves,
To love, the love, that loves to love.
To say goodbye to Madame George, dry your eye for Madame George.
Wonder why for Madame George, dry your eyes for Madame George.
Say good-bye in the wind and the rain, on the back street,
In the backstreet, in the back street.
Say goodbye, 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 good-bye, goodbye, good-bye.
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye.
Say good-bye to Madame George,
And the loves to love, to love, the love.
Say good-bye, goodbye, goodbye, good-bye,
Ooh... mmm...
Say good-bye, 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 good-bye, good-bye.
Get on the train, get on the train, the train, the train.
This is the train, this is the train.
Woah, say good-bye, good-bye.
Get on the train, get on the train...