She flies right into the bedroom wall She's blinded herself again, Madame Pompadour And the electric candlelight And the stereo lullabies Make her sleep and dream of more and more Madame Pompadour She tries and tries, though she can't seem to find Just what it is she is looking for She flies so high Then just like all the other times She crashes to the floor And she buys, oh yeah, yeah, she buys But she can't afford the price Of all she's paying for Somewhere east of Eden And west of Rome She's trying to find her Superbowl She sighs as she spies Through every keyless hole, Madame Pompadour And she can't begin And she can't get out And she can't convince herself That she's on the board And her Cheshire grill Can really knock you out But she's wearing thin, Madame Pompadour Somewhere east of Eden And west of Rome She's trying to find her Superbowl Madame Pompadour Madame Pompadour Madame Pompadour