She wore the aspect of an old maid
But you're still taking lovers
You take some further than others
I still cannot believe how I saw
behind your blinded, blotted eyes
But I could not get beneath your covers
I've seen the old cabaret
I've seen the morbid cachet
But meet me back at room 417,
we've still got work to do
Hey baby, I know you had that baby
before you were really ready to
Because I've seen you hold it
And I've seen so much of your body
And though you were just under thirty
I swore I saw on your face
the aspect of an old maid
And so call on your tyrant erector,
let his cruel will be dispersed
Tell all my deeds to the inspector,
All that hunk out stealing,
high sex crimes and electric cars
Hey, painting in the crosshairs,
watch you rearrange the deckchairs
Though you swoon and you sway,
you still don't belong here
It's not as if I ever really
But you know that even if I did,
you still would not be spared
We're still taking long drives,
even the young designer needs a wife
Oh, it's so hard to know just how to dress
for the last days of our lives
I've seen the whole three -act play
I've seen the poster and the trailer
I never thought I'd have to
to one girl just to nail her
she wore the aspect of an old maid
