The Matinee

Out of the door

I've been here before

Forgot all my moves

Until you put me on the floor

I'll dance and I'll sing

Practically do anything

In the disguise that always leaves them wanting more

The afternoon is ours

I need some stimulating

To play this part of mine

(To play this part of mine)

The audience is waiting

But tell me what's my line

(Tell me what's my line)

Yeah, we don't need a fanfare or a chorus line, no no

Infinity pools always play us for fools

Never fall of the edge

Even if you break the rules

Will I sink or I swim

If they let me back in

Throw salt on the wounds

But don't tell me break a limb

The afternoon is ours

I need some stimulating

To play this part of mine

(To play this part of mine)

The matinee is waiting

But tell me what's my line

(Tell me what's my line)

We don't need a fanfare or a chorus line

(Don't need a chorus line)

Don't need no chorus line

(Don't need no chorus line)

So what the hell am I waiting for?