Molly's in the as the sun goes down Looking through some for her wedding gown Now she's standing in the mirror in dusty 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 with the lights sparking below
Oh, now they're some tired cliches Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days? "Old woman, old What have you with your days?"
"I've never been to Venice but my are divine Riding under lantern shine to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine
Oh, now they're just some cliches Just some wrinkles that the mirror Singin, "Old woman, old What have you with your days?" "Old woman, old What you done with your days?"
"I was a wife, I a child But in my dreams I still go running It's a life, I see my friends But can this be how all my dreaming
"I've never seen Morocco 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 some wrinkles that the betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"Old woman, old What you done with your days?" "Old woman, old What have you done with days?"
Molly's in the mirror as the sun down to herself in her wedding gown