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