[00:01]She's mrs macabrette
[00:05]she paints the lamps with black
[00:09]she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps
[00:17]three black plumes on her hat
[00:22]glass buttons on her breast
[00:27]the cypress bows down on her step
[00:48]she's mrs macabrette
[00:53]she makes love with the cats
[00:57]and talks only with herself
[01:04]dead leaves patch up her dress
[01:09]the ivy climbs up her legs
[01:14]...Even the birdsong looks so sad!
[01:38]She burns the photographs of her marriage
[01:47]to light another cigarette
[01:56]Where her tears fell one day
[02:01]now grows the weeping willows
[02:06]now cuts her lips instead
[02:57]Where her tears fell one day
[03:02]now grows the weeping willows
[03:06]now cuts her lips instead
[02:09:30]so nobody will be able to snatch a smile from her
[03:10:30]so nobody will be able to snatch a smile from her