Play for me sweet, give me a song; give me a reason to breathe
Touch up my flaws, wipe them away; conceal me with delicate dreams
Am I now perfect, precious and clean, enough to give passion away?
Am I now wanted, am I now saved, from being discarded today?
Perhaps for a moment, perhaps for a night; perhaps ‘fore the sun sets below
Perhaps I’ll be welcome behind the door
Perhaps for a little bit more
Careful my dear…they whisper, they sneer; you’ll ruin your face for the eyes
And then in a flash, tears will flood away, the paint of your lovely disguise
Treacherous thing, although he may sing, his words hold the echo of lies
Your reasons are rubbish, your breath will grow stale, and choked will you be when lust dies
Then I suppose, what simply is left, is for me to keep up the ruse
I’ll have it engraved, carved into my skin, a glamour which none can refuse
Play for me soft, now capture my smile; by-pass the scars of my pain
Perfection…it hurts; yet now I’ve attained
This beauty no other can claim