
Masquerade
Carefully painted and shiny it is,
Polished for all to see:
I've got a mask for the masquerade;
No one will know it's not me.
Smiling and happy the mask I will wear,
Laughing and beaming all night.
Tears fall behind the mask, darkly are hid,
Safely concealed out of sight.
And I'll dance at the masquerade, I will;
I'll dance at the masquerade.
And I'll smile at the masquerade, I will;
Where nobody knows or cares.
Check all the ribbons; make sure it's on tight.
Carefully cover the chinks.
Leave before any unmasking takes place.
Who cares what I really think?
But I'll dance at the masquerade, I will;
I'll dance at the masquerade.
And I'll smile at the masquerade, I will;
Where nobody knows or cares.
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