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