Molly's in the attic as the sun goes down

Looking through some boxes for her wedding gown



Now she's standing in the mirror in dusy white

Talking to herself in the rusty light



She says "I've never been to Paris, but I've wanted to go

To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you know

To climb the Eiffel tower with the city lights sparkling below



Now they're just some tired cliche's

Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray

Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days



I've never been to Venice, but my dreams are divine

Riding gondolas under lantern shine

Listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine



Now they're just some tired cliche's

Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray

Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days



I was a wife

I raised a child

But in my dreams I still go running wild

It's a good life

I see my friends

But can this be how all my dreaming ends?



I've never seen Morokko, but the things I had planned

To savour all the spices in that faraway land

To buy a silk sarong and wear it dancing in the sand



Now they're just some tired cliche's

Just some wrinkles that the mirror betray

Singing old woman, old woman what have you done with you days

Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days

Old woman, old woman what have you done with your days