Sure, go ahead and dream, Girlie, but don't forget from wence you came
You're just trying to blow off steam, Girlie
Not that I blame you, every night's the same
You finish the show, you rinse out your tights
You dive into a dive and raise a toast to better nights
You get a little drunk and maybe start a few fights
But you grin and bare it
You run for the train, the one you just missed
You're out of cigarettes, you've got a headache, and you're pissed
You lie awake, countin all the bald heads you kissed
But you grin and bare it
Wake up. Quick, smell the coffee, it's a brand new day
If you wake up lonely, that's the price you pay anyway
You run from the train, it's a quarter to two
You slap a pound of war paint on and barely make your cue
You hit the stage and smile cause, sh**, what else can you do or say?
You grin and bare it, four shows a day
Oh, wake up. Quick, change your costume, second act is on
Life ain't just a rat-race, it's a marathon and then you're gone
So pity yourself but know in your gut that no one ever died because their life was in a rutt
And learn a little lesson from a gal who says, "What the hey."
Grin and bare it, grin and bare it, grin and bare it
Grin and bare it, four shows a day