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