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The Divine Comedy - A Lady Of A Certain Age (HQ)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
Performer
Aron Lyrd
Aron Lyrd
Performer
Guy Massey
Guy Massey
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Hannon
Neil Hannon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Hannon
Neil Hannon
Producer
Steve Rooke
Steve Rooke
Mastering Engineer
Guy Massey
Guy Massey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holiday 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 Campari's with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a checkbook and a family tree
[Verse 2]
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"
[Verse 3]
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 socialist 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
[Verse 4]
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'll say, "No, you couldn't be"
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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 you'd say, "No, you couldn't be"
Written by: Neil Hannon
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