Bastidores

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

I cursed the day I met you
I dressed up with lots of sequins
Then I painted myself, myself, myself, 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
Gave me a standing ovation when I finished

But I didn't give an 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 all the men there asking for more
Drunk and feverish, tearing themselves apart for me

I cried, I cried until I felt sorry for myself