All the ladies on the stage
You know, you know they are the rage
It fly out of the cage
You're bound, you're bound to come of age
You're bound
You're bound to make a front page
All the tigers on the ties
You know, you know it's all in style
Peacock-painted pretty guys
There's no one, there's no one of the aisle
The limelight
The limelight might be many miles away, yeah
And you think you're going under, woh
When you're out on the street
Is it really ever wonder
When your mama says
When your mama says
You've got, you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got
You've got, you've got, you've got to see
All the ladies on the stage
You know, know, you know they are the rage
It fly out of the cage
You're bound, you're bound to come of age
You're bound
You're bound to make a front page, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you think you're going under
When you're out on the street
Is it really ever wonder
When your mama says
Oh, when your mama says
You've got, you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got
You've got, you've got, you've got to see
Yeah, yeah

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