Marc Almond Vaudeville And Burlesque
I've had my fill of ugly words I've had my fill of lies When the only truth or beauty now Is deep within your thighs The roses are in bloom my dear I haven't any fear That you'll love me Like you did last year Look at me Do you see A man against the world But don't look at me And see an unhappy man With some powder and some paint And the patience of a saint I'm still here My life's not over yet I'm not up there on the shelf I've found someone to love Apart from just myself I've had my fill of bitterness I've had my fill of dirt I've had enough of emptiness I've had enough of hurt I think we'll get the last laugh If we don't break down and cry And find the joke's On you and I Look at us Do you see us in a burlesque show Look at us are we in vaudeville We've tasted every thrill Every powder every pill And we're still here I've had enough of broken cups I've had enough of scenes Of other people's laughter When we go through our routines The lilies aren't in season So I've no reason to fear That you'll love me like you Did last year That you'll love me like you Did last year That you'll love me like you Did last year
