Beauty Secrets

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 theatre 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've made to end it all

Years and years of love all turned to paper

Dancing at the old musicians 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

(He's got a special toy)

He's playing a dialing tone

(A thing to bring you joy)

So drink up and let's go home