Chris De Burgh — The Painter

I'd like you to meet my last queen Over there large as life She's been hanging there for almost a week My poor late wife What do think of the colour of her skin? It has the bloom of the rose You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in And for that picture in her bedroom she would pose Well after a while he was driving me mad As you could well understand Sitting in there, day after day With my wife in the palm of his hand It was - "Madam please do this and Madam please do that" You've never heard such display But he didn't mind he was taking his time It was me that had to pay "Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods You understand it's the light" And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they Came back in the middle of the night And I swear I'll take care of the painter Oh the painter Well as you can see it was hard for me But something has to be done She only has eyes for him and his lies, and as for me Not a glance, not a single one; My orders were severe and she disappeared It really was such a shame And when they told me she was dead I broke down and said "It's that painter, it's him, he's to blame." With his "Madam please do this and Madam please do that" You've never heard such display But he didn't mind he was taking his time It was me that had to pay "Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods You understand it's the light" And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they Came back in the middle of the night And I hope it's the rope for the painter When he's found, it's hellbound for the painter I'll get that painter