Testi musica canzoni

Down the Cyprus Avenue
With child-like visions leaping into view,
A clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame Joy,
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early cool night air like Shalimar.
Outside they're making all the stops
Kids out in the street collecting bottle tops
Going for cigarettes and matches in the shops,
Happy thinking Madame Joy.
Oh, that's when you fall,
Oh, 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 in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame Joy.
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 Joy.
Outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says,