L'estat (Acc. to the Widow's Maid)

Madame Morse estate stood five hundred years

Painted black by love bathed in widows' tears

She had a maid, the maid remained to tend her

She tied and drowned her when she caught her in bed with her gardener

But she loves him (yeah-yeah), she loves him (yeah-yeah)

And how she loves that estate, estate, estate...

She wouldn't concede out of vanity that

Her servant would ever find her love

Her reflection would cry down in the lake

Where she threw the corpse for all time

Oh, madame, sad is this estate

Love blew the roof of your estate

Madame, mad mad love, madame, cheer up!

Madame Morse estate fell one summer's day

Rolling down to the water where the madams made pants to her mother, she loves her

She loves her (yeah-yeah), oh, and how she loves her (yeah-yeah)

And how she loves that estate, estate, estate...

She wouldn't concede out of vanity that

Her servant would ever find her love

Her reflection would cry down in the lake

Where she threw the corpse for all time

Oh, madame, sad is this estate

Love blew the roof of your estate

Madame, mad mad love, madame, mad mad love

Madame, or love that's mad? Cheer up!