Kari Bremnes - Montreal lyrics

I saw that she was rather young She was standing at the counter of a dusty old arcade She must have weighed at least 200 pounds But everything she sold was slim and finely made I'd seen nothing so enchanting for so long This was Montreal, I was hiding from the rain She wore black fingernails and went right into a song As she slowly came to me with this refrain: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid I'm selling all my mother's clothes And, yes, I find it morbid She chain-smoked as she handled dark velour These hand-made things she showed me in her dramatic fashion She saw for me these clothes held an allure The moiré and silk seemed to stir my pa**ion It was Dior, it was Chanel, a certain cut, a seamless seam The black-nailed girl could clearly see my weakness A weakness fed by a strange and sensuous dream With a joyless laugh she said those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid I'm selling all my mother's clothes And, yes, I find it morbid She showed me last a handbag made of velvet In it were expensive stones like amethyst and jade Black sapphires had been shaped just like a rose For the funeral of a lover her mother had them made It probably was Paris where he died, is what she said As this big forgotten daughter glanced towards the window I'll sell the sapphires cheap, the man's long dead! With a vacant laugh she gave those lines again: I'm selling all my mother's clothes: Her lingerie, her skirts and coats Her beauty was as pure as this affair is sordid I'm selling all my mother's clothes And, yes, I find it morbid