Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Linda Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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