La Femme de Montreal
Calico and crimson
Leopard and chiffon
Arm in arm
Down the Boulevard Saint Laurent
Cobblestones and snowflakes
Then onto last call
Avec La Femme de Montreal
She was winging it and swinging
On the high trapeze
Borne on air, Devil may care
The crowd to please
With no safety net to catch her
Should she fall
La femme de Montreal
Last time I was here
I was here with my spouse
For the L. Cohen concert
Now I feel like a louse
There's smoke in the barrel
And a fire I can't douse
As another good city goes down
She left her gloves
And a butterfly clip in my room
Said that I looked like a spy
Microfilming the moon
Paying no attention
To the rules on the walls
La Femme de Montreal
Ice in a bucket and a sign on the door
"Ne pas deranger"
Our clothes on the floor
And her kisses will leave bruises
Of that you can be sure
Souvenirs of this French-speaking town
We were dancing horizontal
High in the hills
A death defying double act
Choc full of spills n' chills
With no safety net to catch us
Should we slip and fall
Moi et la femme de Montreal
Le femme de Montreal
Le femme de Montreal