I used to be beautiful

I used to be loved by all.

Men used to give me flowers

They were like my little soldiers

Everytime I went dancing

Too excited to notice the hours running.

My beauty faded but my heart stayed the same

I am an old lady locked up

Waiting for my death.

My beauty faded but my heart stayed the same

I am an old lady locked up

Waiting for my death.

My beauty faded but my heart stayed the same

Dying in my crumbly flat

I am no brat.

Men used to give me flowers

They were like my little soldiers

Everytime I went dancing

Too excited to notice the hours running.