If you walk a little further down Ladbroke grove You'll see him on the corner outside the liquor store He's there Monday to Friday and weekends sometimes, too And he's nearly you but he's kinda fallen through He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27 Home to all his memories from home And it's been ages since she knew him She pretends that she don't see him Just like the others do There's a world full of us We are fragile people passing through Well in Pigalle there's a street where the people meet And they shuffle on cold feet Swapping drunken dreams about tomorrow Walking miles around the corner of their inner thoughts Feeding from the fantasies they live Now there's a girl called Marie She's from Madrid Picasso's kid She ran away to leave behind the sorrow And it's come to this she'll sell a kiss And maybe more but she's really on the low road And she's sad