That smile is painted on,
all wrapped up on, wrapped on
Makin' his mind up where to wind up
Well, just look at this place,
it's late here all the time
It's a shrine dedicated to singin'
She's sufferin' this for you
And all the other monkeys
But there's a saint beneath the paint
A talk without a heart is what she ain't
she can't face the same beneath the fame
cast itself way back when
That was so psyched to see him
Makin' his mind up with a grind -up
Bus dancers, saints beneath the paint
she can't trace the symphony
She can't face the symphony
She can't face the symphony of fate
That little town flirt ain't be
That's tough, but she's the only one
who can ever get enough of it
There's a saint beneath the paint
A dark without a heart is what she ain't
she can't face the saint beneath the paint
There's a saint beneath the paint
A dark without a heart is what she ain't
she can't face the saint beneath
She can't trace the symphony
She can't face the symphony's