Sure, go ahead and dream, Girlie, but don't forget from wence you came.
You're just trying to blow off steam, Girlie.
Not that I blame you, every night's the same.
You finish the show, you rinse out your tights.
You dive into a dive and raise a toast to better nights.
You get a little drunk and maybe start a few fights,
But you grin and bare it.
You run for the train, the one you just missed.
You're out of cigarettes, you've got a headache, and you're pissed.
You lie awake, countin all the bald heads you kissed,
But you grin and bare it.
Wake up. Quick, smell the coffee, it's a brand new day.
If you wake up lonely, that's the price you pay anyway.
You run from the train, it's a quarter to two.
You slap a pound of war paint on and barely make your cue.
You hit the stage and smile cause, shit, what else can you do or say?
You grin and bare it, four shows a day.
Oh, wake up. Quick, change your costume, second act is on.
Life ain't just a rat-race, it's a marathon and then you're gone.
So pity yourself but know in your gut that no one ever died because their life was in a rutt.
And learn a little lesson from a gal who says, "What the hey."
Grin and bare it, grin and bare it, grin and bare it,
Grin and bare it, four shows a day.