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