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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