Molly In The Mirror Songtext
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Mollyâs in the attic as the sun goes down
looking through some boxes for her wedding gown.
Now sheâs standing in the mirror in dusty white,
talkinâ to herself in the rusty light.
looking through some boxes for her wedding gown.
Now sheâs standing in the mirror in dusty white,
talkinâ to herself in the rusty light.
She says,
"Iâve never been to Paris but Iâve wanted to go
to see the moon reflected in the Seine you know,
to climb the Eiffel Tower with the city lights sparkling below.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
"Iâve never been to Venice but my dreams are divine.
Riding gondolas under lantern shine,
listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
"I was a wife. I raised a child.
But in my dreams I still go running wild.
I keep a house. I see some friends.
But can this be how all my dreaming ends?
"Iâve never seen Morocco but the things I had planned,
to savor all the spices in that faraway land,
to buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?ââ
Mollyâs in the mirror as the sun goes down,
talking to herself in her wedding gown.
"Iâve never been to Paris but Iâve wanted to go
to see the moon reflected in the Seine you know,
to climb the Eiffel Tower with the city lights sparkling below.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
"Iâve never been to Venice but my dreams are divine.
Riding gondolas under lantern shine,
listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
"I was a wife. I raised a child.
But in my dreams I still go running wild.
I keep a house. I see some friends.
But can this be how all my dreaming ends?
"Iâve never seen Morocco but the things I had planned,
to savor all the spices in that faraway land,
to buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand.
âNow theyâre just some tired cliches,
just some wrinkles that the mirror betrays
singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?â
Singinâ, âOld woman, old woman,
what have you done with your days?ââ
Mollyâs in the mirror as the sun goes down,
talking to herself in her wedding gown.
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