Rigid are the bodies
Of the mannequins dancin
With their red lips
And the shine of their hair
Oh oh oh oh
And their glass eyes
To the saxophone's looping
Perfect in the curls
Dry in the throat
The party of the mannequins and
And don't touch them por favor x4
My little lady
Tell me how you feel
Perhaps disappointed
To see me dead on the stage
I want to be the guardian of those
Nights with no stars
So don't delay and longer
It's you that they are waiting for cin-da-rella
The party of the mannequins and
And don't touch them por favor x4
The party of the mannequins and
And don't touch them por favor x4