Molly's in the attic as the sun down Looking through some for her wedding gown Now she's standing in the in dusty white Talkin' to herself in the light
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 Eiffel Tower the city lights sparking below
Oh, now just some tired cliches Just some wrinkles that the betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What you done with your days? "Old woman, old What have you done your days?"
"I've never been to Venice but my are divine Riding under lantern shine Listening to guitars and sipping Italian wine
Oh, now they're just some cliches Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done with days?" "Old woman, old What have you with your days?"
"I was a wife, I a child 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 Morocco like the things I had To savor all the in that faraway land To buy a sarong and wear it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now just some tired cliches Just some wrinkles that the mirror Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"Old woman, old What have you done with days?" "Old woman, old What have you with your days?"
Molly's in the as the sun goes down Talking to herself in her wedding