A painted mask
Resides ahead
Upon her face
Until she's dead

No one but her
Can see right through
The painted mask
To what is true

They talk so I'll
Of beauty fair
And none to know
A gen so rare

I missed the way
It used to be
I wish that you
Would let me see

Put down the mask
And let me meet
The girl who is
So fair, so sweet

I'll find that girl
That girl I've known
I'll find her
And bring her home