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