Molly's in the attic as the sun goes Looking through some boxes for her gown Now standing in the mirror in dusty white Talkin' to herself in the light
She says, "I've been to Paris but I've wanted to go To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you To climb the Eiffel with the city lights sparking below
Oh, now they're just some cliches some wrinkles that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done your days? "Old woman, old What have you with your days?"
"I've never been to Venice but my dreams are Riding gondolas under lantern Listening to and sipping sweet Italian wine
Oh, now they're just some tired Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days?" "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"I was a wife, I a child But in my I still go running wild a good life, I see my friends But can be how all my dreaming end?
"I've never seen like the things I had planned To savor all the spices in faraway land To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the
"Oh, now just some tired cliches Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you done your days?"
"Old woman, old What you done with your days?" "Old woman, old What have you with your days?"
in the mirror as the sun goes down Talking to herself in her gown