she was a lady
it's easy to see
with rings on her fingers
she used to be
the queen of the mansion
the belle of the ball
now she just sits here
nobody calls
the bottle before her
glass in her hand
wearied and wasted
through nothing she'd planned
the rags on her shoulders
tell their own tale
she rests on her memories lonely and frail
she was a lady
don't call her names
lady of yesterday
lady in chains
lady in chains
see how it rains
see how it rains
there once was a sail
came over from France
could play any music
could sing and could dance
taught her to love him
then left her alone
forsaken by family
turned from her home
she was a lady
she lived in style
they travelled to see her
for many a mile
ah but now she just sits here
drinking her wine
if you buy her a glass or two
she won't think you unkind
she was a lady
don't call her names
lady of yesterday
lady in chains
lady in chains
see how it rains
see how it rains