Look at that old man with the broken shoes

He could tell you stories he knows how to lose

Look at that sweet thing packaged so tight



She does things her own way, knows the wrong from right

But there's one big difference now she does anything she wants

And every night is midnight as they come to take her through the door

Of suffering as it is her own way out no matter how she feels

Her day is



Can you see madame breaking all the rules

She does things her own way, she's nobody's fool



Yes, she finds things easier now she does everything she says

They climb up on her doorstep and rock around the clock tonight

And rock around again in spite of everything she'd done she is forgotten



Look at that young man with the tired eyes

He believes in magic, he believes in lies


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