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