Bastidores

I cried, I cried, until I felt sorry for myself
And locked myself in the dressing room
Took a sedative
An aphrodisiac and a lot of gin

Cursed the day I met you
Dressed up with lots of sparkles
Then I painted myself, painted myself, painted myself, painted myself

I sang, I sang
How cruel it is to sing like this
And in a moment of illusion,
I saw you across the hall
Mocking me

I didn't change,
I ran back to our home,
I returned to make sure
That you will never come back, come back, come back

I sang, I sang
I don't even know how I sang like that
I just know that the whole cabaret
Applauded me standing when I finished.

But I didn't encore,
I ran back to our home,
I returned to make sure
That you will never come back, come back, come back

I sang, I sang
I never sang so beautifully
And the men there asking for an encore
Drunk and feverish, tearing themselves apart for me

I cried, I cried until I felt sorry for myself.