As your hands massage the tarot
Spreads for strangers all day long
They usually ask of love and money, some of missing sons
But lately now, the Death card always comes

In your youth, you left them breathless
With your face on, they would fall
At your feet, and you left miles of men behind you
And some women, and a child you hardly saw

Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine

All the travels and the stories
All the tales where you once starrеd
All those memories, shining yеars and years behind you, now
These days you sit, and read for them their cards

All the callers that once wooed you
Among them, many married fans
Even ones that walked the straight line, for you, found the time
Not bad for one who once was born a man

Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Now the cards are your companions
Empress, Hierophant, now Death
They come to share and show, the only ones you used to know
Who are still around and visit now and then

And that Death card keeps appearing
Not for clients, but for you
And it looks as if the vow you took that you would never die alone
At last will not come true

Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine
Ahh, Madame Chatterlaine

As your hands massage the tarot
Another stranger sitting down
And as you read the spread, you realise who it is instead
And look up into eyes you've always known

They mostly ask of love and money
Some of fathers who've not stayed
And as you see your daughter standing plain, and you explain
Who you are, oh, Madame Chatterlaine