If I knew the game,
I'd make you a movie star
Cause only the silver screen could
show your true face
Unfortunately,
I'm just a numbered lower class man
A product of the times, unrallied soul
In passing by the church,
its lights burned bright all night
And the synagogue to the right
Don't need a clay with a
plan at the midnight
Drop a bombshell, they can't defuse
So don't dry your eyes, you're too much of
a pretty one
Drain this town, we're going down
No words don't become you
Your makeup, it frowns
Your mouth to no surrender
They move and make no sound
So young,
yet so hard
The phrase of the day is hard
work and a little play
Yes, baby, then your dreams will come true
But in a world where life seems so unfair
Yes, but the heart changes way
And passing by the church its light
s burn bright all night
And the synagogue to the bride
Led me to pray with a plan at the midnight
To drop a bombshell you can't defuse
So don't dry your eyes,
you're too much of a pretty one
Dreams tumbling down
No tears don't become you
Your makeup, it frowns
Your mouth and nose surrender
They move but make no sound
So young yet so deceptive
you