Woman made of papernUnderstand me nownThis time they got you by the earsnYou might be nothingnOr just a footprintnThey've been watching you for yearsnnIt's a strange fascinationnIt's a blissnIt's a beggar's blissnnA double dancenFor twenty dollarsnYou may be crooked, but not cheapnGo ahead and make a mistakenThat's what you're made ofnThey've been watching you for yearsnnIt's a strange fascinationnIt's a blissnIt's a beggar's blissnnIn the shadow of a candlesticknYour face appearsnQuickly, now's the timenWhy are we waiting?nUptown, downtownnI could care lessnI've been watching you for yearsnnIt's a strange fascinationnIt's a blissnIt's a beggar's bliss