It is almost midnight and there are things in my veins controlling the reigns,
causing a grin to cross my face.
You make it so hard to think while causing a hungry roar in the back of my mind.
Let my lips set the stage and let my fingers provide the music,
because your eyes are about to make me put on my mask, and take off yours...

Now close the curtains, the audience can wait while I
give you my own personal standing ovation.