In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking,
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the [bad word] of her own domain. 
I get up,I get down, I get up, I get down. 

Two million people barely satisfy,
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve,
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me,
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The [bad word] is written all along the page,
How old will I be before [bad word] of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.