On desolation row Ophelia, she?s ?neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid Now to her, death
the hand that brought the world to life Together we strolled in sculptured gardens Passed the sleepy afternoon Maids were dartin' back and forth From a window came a violin
this song, I'd appreciate it if you would leave -- right now. About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, About a maid I'll sing a song
I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour, And I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour. Imagine then my delight
one of all Creature creature, here the plan Leads unto the fall of man I see a matron Unbuttoning a tightly fitting dress I see that she is pretty I see a maiden
one tree. Tonight on TV's Late, Late Show You can look at Clara Bow! --Who?-- Chop suey, chop suey! Good and bad, intelligent, mad, and screwy. Violins
Desolation Row Now Ophelia She's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death Is
Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's neath the window for her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid To her, death is
Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death
Desolation Row. Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death
's bad. Love's never sung her songs to me. I have never been had. I've had no trial in the game of man and maid. I'm like a violin that no one's ever
On Desolation Row Now Ophelia She's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death
On Desolation Row. Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death
On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death
