Letras
Mirror painted airplanes flowing
Through some distant fancy fair
Carrying with them several servants
Lovely ladies of the air
Where'll you be tonight?
Where'll you be tomorrow?
Where'll you be tonight?
Where'll you be tomorrow?
Smiles are frozen on their cheeks
There's no complaint, there's no regret
Up with tradesmen and with freaks
But loathing's deep inside their heads
Where'll you be tonight?
Where'll you be tomorrow?
Where'll you be tonight?
Where'll you be tomorrow?