I’m sorry there ain't time for us
To make it work
Romantic possibilities
Were strangled at birth
Now you tell me that you want me
Only makes it worse
There’s nothing I can do
Because I gotta rehearse

And you accept the sacrifice
Like a chocolate pie
And as I gobble it up
I find it tastes like a lie
And later, in the kitchen
With a bottle of wine
My mother asks:
What happened to the perfect guy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, put your costume on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your lipstick on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your smile on
You gotta dance to the rhythm
Gotta sing to the song
I see your face the moment
That we climb up the stage
I feel the sadness
Welling up, I brush it away
We smile, we dance to music
Helps to soothe our pain
But my head and heart keep spinning
In the mess we’ve made

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, put your costume on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your lipstick on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your smile on
You gotta dance to the rhythm
Gotta sing to the song

Dancing is addicting –
It’s my nicotine
It distracts from everything
That’s hurting me
I’m sorry that I wasn’t
Who you'd thought I’d be
I’m sorry that you thought that
You could count on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, put your costume on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your lipstick on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your smile on
You gotta dance to the rhythm
Gotta sing to the song

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, put your costume on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your lipstick on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now put your smile on
You gotta dance to the rhythm
Gotta sing to the song