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!