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.