Judging by the look the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on my He's 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 pantomime to remind us what is real. Hold my eye and what it means.
I'm out of my mind.
Judging by look on 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 he gets me, But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore. I just need this stage be seen. Will you be a friend of mine to me what is real? Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.