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