What Do You See,

You People Gazing At Me?



You See A Doll On A Mousic Bos That's Wound By A Key.



How Can You Tell

I'm Under A Spell?



I'm Waiting For Love's

First Kiss



You Cannot See__________

How Much I Long To Be Free



Turning Around On This Music Box That's Wound By A Key



Yearning Yearning

While



I'm Turning Around And Around