Cuckoo Madame

Cuckoo Madame 
  with your teddy bear eye, 
  yellow fingers clinging to the chain link fence. 
  Bombers above you. 
  Bombers behind you. 

  Disapproval hounds you, 
  ugly rumour surrounds you. 

  Solitary madam, 
  we never understood, you 
  never told us of your battle 
  with the cuckoo baby blues. 

  Cuckoo Madame, 
  it's no wonder you're shy. 
  You're Greta Garbo, 
  you're the witch of Salem. 
  You're anti-social, and 
  you are too bloody lonely 
  for the likes of us. 

  We never knew of your battle 
  with the cuckoo baby blues. 

  When you saw that egg crack 
  it froze your blood. 
  You knew you had to fly then, 
  had to say goodbye, 
  had to fly before you saw another mother 
  feed your chick. 

  You knew it would break your heart. 
  You knew it would break your heart.