Putting make up on my face,
So of my sorrow there’s no trace,
So that no one sees my pain,
While standing in the rain.

Hoping my makeup will not taint,
And reveal what I really ain’t.
"Oh boy can’t you see I’m not a saint",
if you saw behind my mask you’d probably faint.

But believe me when I tell you that I love you,
But we’re both so different and that I’ve told you.
Maybe it’s just simply destiny,
That forbidden lovers we’re meant to be.