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
Be cause 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
