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!