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