Bastidores

I cried, I cried
Until I felt sorry for myself
And locked myself in the dressing room
Took a sedative, a stimulant
And a lot of gin

I 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 hurried back to our home
I returned to make sure
That you will never come back
You'll come back, you'll 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 reached the end

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