Those cold maudlin tears, oh they won’t subdue me
They can't induce my sympathy
You’re a crocodile
An infantile

Those fake mawkish pearls, oh they won’t confound me
I will not stand your litanies
You’re a bitter child
And I’m not beguiled

Chorus
I’ve been reflecting at length that it might be time you gave this act up
We spectators have suffered quite enough
When you consider that mirror your painted face betrays one great mistake:
To disappear under veils and display.

Don’t think your deceit is worthy of a memory
This is not Gethsemane
It’s a petty feud
Not some ancient ruse

Don’t dupe yourself into thinking there’s some bravery
In surviving so artfully
Life’s not that hard
You’re not Becky Sharp

Chorus
I’ve been reflecting at length that it might be time you gave this act up
We spectators have suffered quite enough
When you consider that mirror your painted face betrays one great mistake:
To disappear under veils and display.


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