Molly's in the attic as the sun down Looking through some boxes for her wedding Now she's standing in the mirror in white Talkin' to in the rusty light
She says, "I've never been to but I've wanted to go To see the reflecting in the Seine, you know To climb the Eiffel Tower with the lights sparking below
Oh, now just some tired cliches Just wrinkles that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you with your days? "Old woman, old What you done with your days?"
"I've never been to Venice but my dreams are gondolas under lantern shine Listening to and sipping sweet Italian wine
Oh, now just some tired cliches Just some wrinkles the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done with days?" "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"I was a wife, I raised a But in my dreams I go running wild It's a life, I see my friends But can be how all my dreaming end?
"I've never seen like the things I had planned To savor all the spices in faraway land To buy a silk and wear it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now they're just tired cliches Just wrinkles that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"Old woman, old What have you with your days?" "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
Molly's in the as the sun goes down Talking to herself in her wedding