A:

She's the kind of a girl who makes you do things that you shouldn't.

You'd think I'd know better than to go back again, but I wouldn't.

The songs about love paint an honorable vice,

But the client in love always has to pay twice.

I told myself easy to just walk away but I couldn't.

B:

So watch how you spend,

And mark what you say,

Or you'll be chained here

for a year and a day.

La Dame de Maison

She always gets her way,

So keep playing.

Play!  Play!  Play!



A:

Ha!  Do I keep you entertained?

There on your lofty plane?

Know what rises soon falls again,

Markets hungering for your pain.

What have you to exchange?



It's the kind of a job where a girl take her heart and she hides it,

Cause she knows that some sweet man who really means well might just find it.

And as soon as he does, she knows that their both doomed,

No man can afford to keep booking her room,

You ask does she love him, she might know the truth but she'll hide it.



So watch what you take,

And mark what you've said,

Your lover chained up

Till he's halfway to dead.

La Dame de Maison

Always ends up ahead.

So keep working.

Earn your bread!



Ha! Don't try to obscure,

You're someone else's belle du jour,

For your lover there is no cure,

Watching you acting so demure,

What else can he endure?



C:

La Maison de mille Larme,

Ladies gaily arm in arm,

The House of 1,000 Tears,

She is waiting.

The House of 1,000 Tears,

She is waiting.