Satin doll. Satin doll. Satin doll. Satin doll. She was just my little satin doll. I met her down by the blossom tree. She has beauty like the moon far beyond my words.
We wander lost forgotten hills. Blue sky, green grass, we are still. The mists enfold us gently smelling. Breeze in our ears softly telling. Of the days of light and laughter long ago.
I'd look at you, and perhaps you'll smile at me. Loving my kaleidoscope world. The stars and planets just glide on by. Cold and patient like white gods' eyes.
Tell me a story, tell me a story, let me drift. Tell me a story, tell me a story, let me drift. Make me think I'm not really in this place. Let your words run like summer rain down my face.
Stay in bed till much too late. Scanning situations vacant. The face in the mirror looks withered and old. My skin is grey - I can't go out - I'm always cold.