She flies
Right into the bedroom wall
She's blinded herself again
Madame Pompadour
And the electric candlelight
And the stereo lullabies
Make her sleep, dream of more and more
Madame Pompadour
And she tries and tries
Though she can't seem to find
Just what it is
She is looking for
And she flies so high
Then just like all
The other times
She crashes to the floor
And she buys, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, she buys
But she can't afford the price
Of all she's paying for
Somewhere east of Eden
And west of Rome
She's trying to find
Her Super Bowl
She sighs
And she spies
Through every key-less hole
Madame Pompadour
And she can't get in
And she can't get out
And she can't convince herself
She's anything but bored
And her Cheshire grin
Can really lure you out
But she's wearing only thin
Madame Pompadour
Somewhere east of Eden
And west of Rome
She's trying to find
Her Super Bowl
Madame Pompadour
Madame Pompadour

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