Judging by the look on the organ-grinder, judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he gets me, But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet a string. I need this stage to be seen. We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real. Hold my eye and know what it
I'm out of my mind.
Judging the look on the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he me, But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore. just need this stage to be seen. Will you be a friend of mine to me what is real? Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.