Charlie Chaplin Routine Whores.

I hate my body
I hate my face
Tie me up
I’ll hide away without a trace

[Chorus]
Oh I... Disappear

[?Will the wise?]
Everyday
I’m not getting better
I can’t stay

[Chorus]
Oh I...
Disappear
Disappear

Let’s make a new one
Let’s drink a toast
[??]
[?I might be?] a ghost

[Chorus]
Oh I disappear
Disappear
Oh I disappear