Charmed like a fly by the artificial light
Going round in circles we are creatures of the night
Moth to a flame
Fluttering in vain
Girl you know I can't refrain
Sitting in your room
Sadly spinning your cocoon
All the magistrates are waiting for you to bloom
The silk menagerie you weaved is bursting at the seems
Girl your colors cant be seen
Going round in circles we are creatures of the night
Moth to a flame
Fluttering in vain
Girl you know I can't refrain
Sitting in your room
Sadly spinning your cocoon
All the magistrates are waiting for you to bloom
The silk menagerie you weaved is bursting at the seems
Girl your colors cant be seen