(x2)
What’s in a life, if you don’t live it, baby.
Its just getting on by, with a promise what if maybe.
Hanging around, waiting for something to fall,
When once in a while, the paper smile must come away.
What’s in a life, if you don’t live it, baby.
What’s in a kiss, if you can’t feel it, baby.
The lips may be sweet, but are they sweet enough to, contain it.
Wasting your time, hanging outta windows panting
Ahhh, once in a while, the paper smile must come and go
And where it blows, who knows? And where it goes it goes,
I’m glad to see it gooooOOOOoooo, I’m glad to see it gooooOOOOoooo
What’s in a dream, if you can’t be it, baby.
(X2)
Work away your painted smile,
Look away your painted smile,
Wipe away your painted smile,
Pop away your painted smile,
Work away your painted smile,
Wipe away your painted smile,
Painted smile, painted smile, painted smile, painted smile.