The Divine Comedy A Lady Of A Certain Age ( HQ)

Neil Hannon (solo) 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 chequebook 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 a