Don’t sing at the cabaret next Thursday
From the stage I know it’s kinda hard to see
All the girls and the boys just seem to love you
In that little room next to the library

Don’t sing at the cabaret next Thursday
I feel like I’m trapped in a movie screen
When they turn the lights back on and I sneak back to car in the dark and try to forget everything

Oh it’s pretty and it’s sweet
But it’s making a mess out of me

Oh please
Forget me
Oh please
Forget me

From the back row in my dreams
I can sing along and mean
Every word but come Thursday
Don’t sing at the cabaret

From the crowd I just feel like another fan
While I sit alone with my guitar in hand
We’ve got lovers in the wings
Pretty sure they snuck in drinks
And you make a joke while you tune up your strings
Oh its pretty and its sweet
But tonight I’ll never get to sleep

Oh please
Forget me
Oh please
Forget me

From the back row in my dreams
I can sing along and mean
Every word but come Thursday
Don’t sing at the cabaret