Look at that old man with the broken shoes   He could tell you stories he knows how to lose   Look at that sweet thing packaged so tight      She does things her own way, knows the wrong from right   But there's one big difference now she does anything she wants   And every night is midnight as they come to take her through the door   Of suffering as it is her own way out no matter how she feels   Her day is      Can you see madame breaking all the rules   She does things her own way, she's nobody's fool      Yes, she finds things easier now she does everything she says   They climb up on her doorstep and rock around the clock tonight   And rock around again in spite of everything she'd done she is forgotten      Look at that young man with the tired eyes   He believes in magic, he believes in lies