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High above a city made of rubber loverA detective, undercover, is on a mission of urgencyWell, what other reason could it be?Seems that recently a string of broken ceilings,Stolen pictures, shady dealingsHave been pinned on our favorite foeNow we'll see what he's made ofShe's a rose in reverse bloomShe's the fateful hand of doomShe's La Madame on the MoonPlaying tunes for you When the stars chase out the dayAnd the phantom hours awaitShe is tuning up to playPlay her tunes for youPlaying tunes for youA serenade of old familiar gloomTo stick it in the bourgeoisie and screwNone of the bad men disapproveWho is La Madame on the Moon?He can spot her through the stormiest of weatherSongtexteHis binoculars are leatherTailor-made by the chief of staff to weed out La Madame And he's after her on chimneys and across the tops of bridgesDown the steepest chapel ridgesWith a pattern dexterity he will whip out his radarShe's a ladle to your spoonShe's a nuking sonic croonShe's La Madame on the MoonPlaying tunes for youShe's the anarchist of airNot to say a maiden fairNever compliment her hairPlaying tunes for youHer favorite apparatus is the luteBut lately she's been practicing the fluteAll concentration on our ruinWho is La Madame on the Moon? She could be standing right next to you Aus Songtexte Mania