L'estat (Acc. To The Widow's Maid)
Madame Moore's Estate
Stood five hundred years
Painted black by love
Bathed in widows' tears
She had a maid
The maid remained to tend her
She tied and drowned her
When she caught her in bed with her gardener
But she loves him (yeah yeah)
She loves him (yeah yeah)
And how she loves that estate
Estate, estate...
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, cheer up!
Madame Moore's Estate
Fell one summer's day
Rolling down to the water
Where the madame's made pens
To her mother, she loves her
She loves her
Oh, and how she loves her (yeah yeah)
And how she loves that estate
She wouldn't concede out of vanity that
Her servant would ever
Find her love
Her reflection would cry
Down in the lake where she threw the
Corpse for all time
Oh, madame, sad is this estate
Love blew the roof of your estate
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, mad mad love
Madame, or love that's mad?
Cheer up!