The Countess sits there dressed up In the shadows of her dreams, And her eyes are lookin' everywhere, But never look at me, And I should be the sucker, Who waits upon her whims, But she flicks her writ so gracefully As she notches up her sins. I'm sinkin' so low: I said hello, I used to be one of your friends, I just got back from the South Row, And I'm out on the edge again. Sometimes I sit in the cinema, With my knees under my chin, And I drift away and watch the same part, Over and over again, The streets are so full of mysterious women, I watch them through the hole in the fence, They walk by with the sun in their eyes And I'm out on the edge again.