A good friend of mine once told me a mind is a terrible thing
And how dark the depths of the oceans that live inside paupers and kings
You lived out loud, you made a name, you moved the crowd and shared a kiss with fame
You wear your clothes a certain way your handsome looks could lead a girl astray
But who are you really, when no one's around, when all of the lights go down?
You've been the life of the party
You've been the bell of the ball
A buffet of human desires
You've tried a bit of them all
You captivate men when you speak, they watch your mouth, you turn, they sneak a peak
You have fine taste in your decor
You've dined with presidents and fed the poor
But who are you really, when no one's around, when all of the lights go down?