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.
‘Cuz 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.
Will you be a friend of mine
to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see
that it bleeds.
‘Cuz I'm out of my mind…