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
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
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