I’m sorry that I forced it To make it work Romantic possibilities Were strangled and torn Now you tell me that you want me Only makes it worse There’s nothing I can do Because I gotta rehearse
You accept the sacrifice Like chocolate pie And as I gobble it up I find it tastes like a lie And later, in the kitchen, With a bottle of wine My mother asks me What happened to the perfect guy?
Yeah, ye, ye, Now, put your costume on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your lipstick on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your smile on You gotta dance to the rhythm Rather sing to the song
I see your face the moment When we come on stage I feel the sadness Wearing off as I brush it away We smile, we dance to music Coming to suit our pain But my hidden head is spinning At the mess we’ve made
Yeah, ye, ye, Now, put your costume on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your lipstick on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your smile on You gotta dance to the rhythm Rather sing to the song
Dancing is addicting As mint nicotine It distracts from everything That’s hurting me I’m sorry that I wasn’t Who I thought I’d be I’m sorry that you thought You could count on me
Yeah, ye, ye, Now, put your costume on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your lipstick on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your smile on You gotta dance to the rhythm Rather sing to the song
Yeah, ye, ye, Now, put your costume on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your lipstick on Yeah, ye, ye, Now put your smile on You gotta dance to the rhythm Rather sing to the song