Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Lady Of A Certain Age, artist - The Divine Comedy.
Date of issue: 23.04.2006
Song language: English
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» |