In her white lace, you could 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.