She's mrs macabrette she paints the lamps with black she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps three black plumes on her hat glass buttons on her breast the cypress bows down on her step she's mrs macabrette she makes love with the cats and talks only with herself dead leaves patch up her dress the ivy climbs up her legs ...Even the birdsong looks so sad! She burns the photographs of her marriage to light another cigarette Where her tears fell one day now grows the weeping willows now cuts her lips instead Where her tears fell one day now grows the weeping willows now cuts her lips instead
[00:00.300] [00:01.300]She's mrs macabrette [00:05.300]she paints the lamps with black [00:09.300]she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps [00:17.300]three black plumes on her hat [00:22.300]glass buttons on her breast [00:27.300]the cypress bows down on her step [00:48.300]she's mrs macabrette [00:53.300]she makes love with the cats [00:57.300]and talks only with herself [01:04.299]dead leaves patch up her dress [01:09.299]the ivy climbs up her legs [01:14.299]...Even the birdsong looks so sad! [01:38.300]She burns the photographs of her marriage [01:47.300]to light another cigarette [01:56.300]Where her tears fell one day [02:01.299]now grows the weeping willows [02:06.299]now cuts her lips instead [02:57.300]Where her tears fell one day [03:02.300]now grows the weeping willows [03:06.300]now cuts her lips instead
