Final Act (Live)

And it's ten to twelve
Close the door
Don't let them in
I won't see any more of the boys
I don't like the noise
Could be

It's me
Did you see their eyes
Hear their sighs
Pleading for more
At the last curtain call I could weep
I'm ready for sleep
Could be
It's me

My dressing room strewn
With costumes and flowers
Admirers and friends
Who've waited for hours
Telegrams, cards
And casual hellos
Don't like what I see in my mirror

And it's ten to twelve
Close the door
Don't let them in
I won't see any more of the boys
I don't like the noise
Could be
It's me
Don't like what I see in my mirror

And it's ten to twelve
Close the door
Don't let them in
I won't see any more of the boys
I don't like the noise
Could be
It's me