Broken toys are scattered on the floor.
And whisky bottles shrine the living room.
She's looking out the window, trying to see through the
tears that fall.
He left the other night on a train, god dam the man he
never did no good.
She should have left him long ago, but she couldn't get
away, figured that he'd come around... but now he's gonna
stay.
Do you still dreAm of satin, fine china and white lace?
...
and a man who really loves you, loves you, to wipe the
tears away?
Do you still she the Effel Tower, and the table set for
two?
And if you say yes, if you say yes, it will still come
true...