Put Your Smile On The Electric Swing Circus

I’m sorry there ain't time for us
To make it work
Romantic possibilities
Were strangled at birth
Now you tell me that you want me
Only makes it worse
There’s nothing I can do
Because I gotta rehearse

And you accept the sacrifice
Like a chocolate pie
And as I gobble it up
I find it tastes like a lie
And later, in the kitchen
With a bottle of wine
My mother asks:
What happened to the perfect guy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, put your costume on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your lipstick on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your smile on
You gotta dance to the rhythm
Gotta sing to the song