Judging by the look the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he me, 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 what 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 touching 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 to be seen. Will you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real? Hold my heart and see that it