Robyn Hitchcock - City of Women lyrics

Nothing is sacred Nothing is real You know what you're made of You know what you feel Moments are fleeting Like the moon in a well You see your reflection It's starting to gel (Chorus) I belong* * (repeated twice after "face of a god" verse) I belong* In the city of women Where the mirror ball whirls See your reflection You're one of the girls Slipping and swirling Ahead of it all The men are all bigger But their antennae are small (Chorus) With the silver harpoon Nothing can steal The face of the moon Your operation Was only a fraud You're still a man with The face of a god (Chorus) (Horn Solo) (Chorus in same asterisked manner above)