Fools on parade cavort and carry on
For waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the staresShe swam out of tonight's phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebrationTo be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation
As a miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion
She came to in this overtureThe secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling alongHer arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelfI'm unveiling the unexpected
How she was never gonna look to?
Suddenly embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature
Survive in such a habitatThe secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupiedAt all the fools on parade
Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kindTo be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a pictureThat holds her options
But you're daft to think she'd careFools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Conduct a sing-along
Songwriters
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