In her white lace

You can clearly see the lady sadly looking.

Saying that she'd take the blame

For the crucifixion of her own domain.



I get up, I get down,

I get up, I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy.

Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.

The eyes of honesty can achieve.

How many millions do we deceive each day?

I get up, I get down.

I get up, I get down.



In charge of who is there in charge of me.

Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?

The truth is written all along the page.

How old will I be before I come of age for you?

I get up, I get down.

I get up, I get down.

I get up, I get down.