Gm C
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
Dm Bb
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
Gm C
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
Dm Bb
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
F C Dm Bb
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
F C Dm Bb
I just need this stage to be seen.
F C Dm Bb
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
F C Dm Bb
Hold my eye and know what it means.
[ refrain : Cm - C - Dm - Bb ]
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.
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