Molly's in the attic as the sun down Looking through boxes 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 with the city lights sparking below
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 have you done with your days?"
"I've been to Venice but my dreams are divine Riding gondolas under lantern Listening to guitars and sipping Italian wine
Oh, now they're some tired cliches Just some wrinkles 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 raised a But in my I still go running wild It's a life, I see my friends But can be how all my dreaming end?
"I've never Morocco like the things I had planned To savor all the spices in that land To buy a silk sarong and it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now they're just some tired Just some wrinkles that the mirror Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done with days?"
"Old woman, old What you done with your days?" "Old woman, old What you done with your days?"
Molly's in the as the sun goes down Talking to herself in her gown