These haunting treetops seem high and hollow
From the market square right down to Vincent St,
Where Madame Ray at the end of the day, is ready for the night time
I can see her red dress dancing off the floor through the bottom of her high window
From the shadows in the streets below, and you know I wanted
I guess I wanted to know Madame Ray,
Does it have to be that way?
With every little kiss in the darkness
When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs
In your Chinese bathrobe, are you having me on?
Tell me now we’re alone,
Does it have to be that way?
Madame Ray
The day I find you gone may well my redemption
As the wind blows the ashtray’s ashes off an unmade bed
Madame Ray I was just about to say, but in a minute I’d forgotten
The punch line to a joke that I heard, some idea you’d only find absurd
I used to get up before the sun but now I sleep all day
Take care of myself but I’m in disarray,
Does it have to be that way?
With every little kiss in the darkness
When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs
In your Chinese bathrobe, are you having me on?
Tell me now we’re alone,
Does it have to be that way?
Madame Ray
I will never ever retire I will never grow old
I will never ever expire, let my body grow cold
Before I ever get old
You’d never believe what I’d go through
Just to be counting out my money at the top of the stairs
In your Chinese bathrobe, you’re looking around
Come on tell me now
Does it have to be that way?
Madame Ray
With every little kiss in the darkness
When you’re counting out your money at the top of the stairs
Just like the 1920s, there was a time I’d go out of my mind
Just to see you again one more time
Madame Ray