Music Box

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Another simple lyric. Since it’s called “Music Box,” I’m guessing you know what it’s supposed to sound like. It’s been another hard week.

MUSIC BOX

I rise when they raise me

I sleep when they close

Round, Rosie, round

When I stop, no one knows.

Lullaby dancer, princess ballet

I turn and I spin, pirouette and sway.

Round, Rosie, round

Forever and ever I’ll stay.

My music turned on

By someone else’s hand

Wind me up, winding down,

Still as a statue I stand.

Silhouette on a mirror

Glitter trapped in my eye

Reflection ‘comes clearer

Too porcelain to cry.

I’ll dance to your music

And bow when you close

Round, Rosie, round

When I stop, no one knows.

I’ll guard all your treasures

For here I have none

No pain and no pleasures

My music is done.