rigid are the bodies of the mannequins dancin with their red lips and the shine of their hair oh oh oh oh and their glass eyes to the saxophone s looping perfect in the curls dry in the throat the party of the mannequins and and don t touch them por favor x4 my little lady tell me how you feel perhaps disappointed to see me dead on the stage i want to be the guardian of those nights with no stars so don t delay and longer it s you that they are waiting for cin da rella the party of the mannequins and and don t touch them por favor x4 the party of the mannequins and and don t touch them por favor x4