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Back in the day you had been part of the smart set |
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You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets |
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From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri |
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In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy |
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You sipped camparis with David and Peter |
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At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva |
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Scaling the dizzy heights of high society |
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Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree |
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You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur |
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Until the light of youth became obscured |
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And left you on your own and in the shade |
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An English lady of a certain age |
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And if a nice young man would buy you a drink |
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You'd say with a conspiratorial wink |
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\"You wouldn't think that I was seventy\" |
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And he'd say, \"no, you couldn't be!\" |
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You had to marry someone very very rich |
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So that you might be kept in the style to which |
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You had all of your life been accustomed to |
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But that the socialists had taxed away from you |
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You gave him children, a girl and a boy |
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To keep your sanity a nanny was employed |
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And when the time came they were sent away |
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Well that was simply what you did in those days |
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You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur |
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Until the light of youth became obscured |
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And left you on your own and in the shade |
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An English lady of a certain age |
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And if a nice young man would buy you a drink |
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You'd say with a conspiratorial wink |
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\"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three\" |
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And he'd say, \"no, you couldn't be!\" |
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Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey |
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Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry |
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Your daughter never finished her finishing school |
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Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve |
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Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day |
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He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles |
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And so you come here to escape your little flat |
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Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how |
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You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur |
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Until the light of youth became obscured |
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And left you all alone and in the shade |
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An English lady of a certain age |
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And if a nice young man would buy you a drink |
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You'd say with a conspiratorial wink |
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\"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three\" |
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And he'd say, \"no, you couldn't be!\" |
