The Musical Box (Closing Section)

She's a lady, she's got time,

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.

She's a lady, she is mine.

Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.



I've been waiting here for so long

And all this time has passed me by

It doesn't seem to matter now

You stand there with your fixed expression

Casting doubt on all I have to say.

Why don't you touch me, touch me,

Why don't you touch me, touch me,

Touch me now, now, now, now, now...