Where once we thought in confidence, we now shall hide in fear. And the future we imagined then, is not quite so perfectly clear

And the convent girls, in their frilly white tights
And chorus girls with they're names up in lights
And the bridal veils will shimmering white. Will shimmering white

I’ll build a shrine up in my mind. Their image I will sub come. Every single phrase went thru my friend. Every look that struck me num

And thе convent girls, in their frilly white tights
Arе the army now, holding mothers and wives. And the chance will come, only once in your life. But they make you think twice

I said ‘Now who wants that mansion, that you come upon. That you come upon? And who’s your companion, not a summer song. Not a summer song.’

Are we all being that stupid? Anyone I know? Are we all being that stupid? Is it anyone I know?

And the convent girls, in their frilly white tights
Are the army now, holding mothers and wives. And the chance will come, only once in your life. But they make you think twice. They make you think twice