If I die a lonely death, I'm sure its from the cigarettes
I smoked each after you left me, standing all alone
Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new
The extra set of keys from you are going to the maid.

The maid has been my only friend,
She's always there to apprehend,
The dust and grim that settles in around the crystal vase.
The crystal vase, a wedding gift, that through the years has made the shift,
What once held flowers now holds ash, from my two packs a day.

Ooo baby she walks with a thorn in her side
Them big sunglasses on her eyes
All the uptown girls say "hi, old woman"
"I can't take another day of this", she says
"All I wanted was a drink and a kiss,
But I guess I'll just have to call on my bank 'cause its Swiss."

She never knew no better than to follow her nose
So I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I'm part of the show
Now he's gone and all she's left with is a house full of clothes
Sometimes Madam it's ok to cry.

Well she's probably just a chip off the block
You know like coffee from a coffee pot
Well at least she can get away for a while and
Get some sun on that yacht.