Put your fur boots on
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind (oh-oh)
He's much older with hat on drinking wine (oh-oh)
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through (oh-oh)
The cool night breeze like Shalimar (oh-oh)
And then your self control it's gone
Suddenly your up against the bathroom door
The hallway lights are getting dim
Your in the front room touching him
And outside they're making all the stops (oh-oh)
The kids out in the street collecting bottle tops (oh-oh)
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops (oh-oh)
Happy taken Madame George (oh-oh)
Awe, that's when you fall
Awe, that's when you fall
Awe, that's when you fall
Awe, 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 (oh-oh)
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag (oh-oh)
In the corner playing dominoes in drag (oh-oh)
The one and only Madame George (oh-oh)
And then outside, the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, "Be cool. Be cool, I think that it's the cops"
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go, you gotta go
Catch that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Keep on going, keep on going
Awe we all say goodbye, googbye, goodbye
All the little boys coming around
They got those cigarette lighters in their pockets
Walking away from it all
So cool (so cool), so cool
Tell me boy
That's when you fall, fall
Fall, fall, that's when you fall
Fall, fall, that's when you fall
Fall, fall, that's when you fall
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