Beauty Secrets

Nelson

Hand me my costume,
please won't you pass me mask . . .?
I have appointments that I must keep with my past . . .
Bring on the cabaret, we can all have a laught . . .
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 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 . . .?
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 . . .
Let's go home . . .