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Lyrics
Blue Stockings
Behind glasses, she's in disguise. Her perfume won't hypnotise,Her words won't impress you with any feeling.
Her heart is a Trojan scheme, another piece of some else's dream,In fact it's another one that she's longing for.
Her life's on a knife's edge. No magic. No romance.No section to say the way she feels.
She paints the face of a clown. Inside she's crying aloud. You know she hopes they won't find out why she had to go away.When the mask got in the way.Watch the home runner, runner.
Go, go go. Did she go?
Blue stockings and horn-rimmed eyes,She's not a product to merchandise,Her heart is a tight-knit shell - of the coldest steel.
Her life's on a knife's edge. No magic. No romance.No section to say the way she feels.
She paints the face of a clown. Inside she's crying aloud. You know she hopes they won't find out why she had to go away.When the mask got in the way.Watch the home runner, runner.
Go, go go. Did she go?