Beauty Secrets

Lyrics

Hand me my costume, please, won't you pass me my mask? I have appointments that I must keep with my past Bring on the cabaret, we can all have a laugh I've made the theater of the absurd at last Drink up and let's go home The demon is on the phone He's playing a dialing tone So drink up and let's go home Orchestrations of a different nature Arrangements that I made to end it all Yeras and years of love, all turned to paper Dancing at the old musician's ball And these beauty secrets that I've kept so long Have slightly faded like my old blue jeans But read them now because before too long They could fall apart at every seam Play me my music, please, won't you warm up the band? It's my performance although nothing is planned Turn on the spotlight, we can pretend there's a stage I'll be your hero only as long as I'm paid Drink up and let's go home (You're such a naughty boy) The demon is on the phone (Got a special toy) He's playing a dialing tone (A thing to bring you joy) So drink up and let's go home