What do you see,
you people gazing at me?
You see a doll on a Mousic Bos that's wound by a key.
How can you tell
I'm under a spell?
I'm waiting for love's
first kiss
You cannot see__________
how much I long to be free
turning around on this music box that's wound by a key
Yearning yearning
while
I'm turning around and around
