Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He´ll judge me by the fact that my face don´t fit.
It´s touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He´s waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don´t need no alibi - I´m a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.

I´m out of my mind.

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He´ll judge me by the fact that my face don´t fit.
It´s touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He´s waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won´t be your concubine - I´m a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Won´t you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.

I´m out of my mind.