The Painter - Chris De Burgh

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