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  • The Divine Comedy »

    The Divine Comedy A Lady Of A Certain Age текст песни

    A Lady Of A Certain Age

    Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
    You’d holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
    From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
    In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
    You sipped camparis with David and Peter
    At Noel’s parties by Lake Geneva
    Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
    Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree

    You chased the sun around the Cote d’Azur
    Until the light of youth became obscured
    And left you on your own and in the shade
    An English lady of a certain age
    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
    You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
    «You wouldn’t think that I was seventy»
    And he’d say,»no, you couldn’t be!»

    You had to marry someone very very rich
    So that you might be kept in the style to which
    You had all of your life been accustomed to
    But that the socialists had taxed away from you
    You gave him children, a girl and a boy
    To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
    And when the time came they were sent away
    Well that was simply what you did in those days

    You chased the sun around the Cote d’Azur
    Until the light of youth became obscured
    And left you on your own and in the shade
    An English lady of a certain age
    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
    You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
    «You wouldn’t think that I was sixty three»
    And he’d say,»no, you couldn’t be!

    Your son’s in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
    Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
    Your daughter never finished her finishing school
    Married a strange young man of whom you don’t approve
    Your husband’s hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
    He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
    And so you come here to escape your little flat
    Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how

    You chased the sun around the Cote d’Azur
    Until the light of youth became obscured
    And left you all alone and in the shade
    An English lady of a certain age
    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
    You’d say with a conspiratorial wink
    «You wouldn’t think that I was fifty three»
    And he’d say,»no, you couldn’t be!



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