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