Take a sip of liqueur,
Light up the last cigar,
Wipe the grime from your face,
Replacing it with a smile;
Don on your dancing shoes,
And shine in the applause.
No one wants to know the real you,
They only want to see you shine.
Blow dry the wet tresses,
Count the blinks on your fingers,
Layer on the red lipstick,
Add more powder dust to the face;
Don on your mink coat,
And step into the waiting limousine-
No one wants to know the real you,
They only want to see you fall.
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