There's a picture by his first wife on the wall

Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall

A stain from last week's party on the stairs

No one knows who made it or how it ever got there

They were dancing with children round their legs

Talking business, books and records, art and sex

All things being considered you'd call it a success

You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh...

He's an architect and such a lovely guy

and he'll stay with you until the day you die

And he'll give you everything you could desire

Oh well almost everything everything that he can buy

So you sometimes go out in the afternoon

Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom hear old women

rolling trolleys down the road

Back to Lyndhurst Grove Lyndhurst Grove Oh.