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Molly In The Mirror
Molly's in the attic as the sun goes down
Looking through some boxes for her wedding gown
Now she's standing in the mirror in dusy white
Talking to herself in the rusty light
She says "I've never been to Paris, but I've wanted to go
To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you know
To climb the Eiffel tower with the city lights sparkling below
Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
I've never been to Venice, but my dreams are divine
Riding gondolas under lantern shine
Listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine
Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
I was a wife
I raised a child
But in my dreams I still go running wild
It's a good life
I see my friends
But can this be how all my dreaming ends?
I've never seen Morokko, but the things I had planned
To savour all the spices in that faraway land
To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand
Now they're just some tired cliche's
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days
Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days
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Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days
Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Now they're just some tired cliche's
To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand
To savour all the spices in that faraway land
I've never seen Morokko, but the things I had planned
But can this be how all my dreaming ends?
I see my friends
It's a good life
But in my dreams I still go running wild
I raised a child
I was a wife
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Now they're just some tired cliche's
Listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine
Riding gondolas under lantern shine
I've never been to Venice, but my dreams are divine
Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days
Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray
Now they're just some tired cliche's
To climb the Eiffel tower with the city lights sparkling below
To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you know
She says "I've never been to Paris, but I've wanted to go
Talking to herself in the rusty light
Now she's standing in the mirror in dusy white
Looking through some boxes for her wedding gown
Molly's in the attic as the sun goes down
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