Basia

Masquerade

I've got a friend who had a schoolboy dream

He wanted every luxury that money could bring

He fancied himself as a King of the castle

Impressing all the ladies with the size of his car

But none of them would have it

They left the morning after

As a giver of love he was a walking disaster

Who will ever know of this charade

Unless you tell us who you really are

How far will you go

Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul

Come to masquerade

Keep your heart out of sight

You can be a winner

A master of disguise

Then one night he met a beautiful girl

She was a viable concern, he couldn't help thinking

But he ran out of small talk and started to panic

The comedy was turning into something tragic

Never mix business with pleasure

You can play them independently but never together