Molly's in the as the sun goes down Looking through some boxes for her gown Now she's in the mirror 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 climb the Eiffel with the city lights sparking below
Oh, now they're just tired cliches Just wrinkles 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 to Venice but my dreams are divine Riding gondolas lantern shine Listening to guitars and sweet Italian wine
Oh, now they're just tired cliches Just some wrinkles the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done with days?" "Old woman, old What you done with your days?"
"I was a wife, I raised a But in my dreams I still go 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 spices in that land To buy a sarong and wear it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now they're some tired cliches some wrinkles that the mirror betrays 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 done with days?"
Molly's in the mirror as the sun goes to herself in her wedding gown