Everybody says I always look so happy they always tell me you're so good for me
They never seem to worry but I try to hide
Cause I keep it covered up so they can't see
It's funny what a little hairdye can do it can take the years right off of you
But there's one thing that it can't take away
And that's these heartaches that haunt me night and day
My hairdresser covers up the grey and I paint on a good old smile to go out everyday
I've kept the hurt concealed the real me never shows only me and my hairdresser know
Appearances can often be decieving and even though the truth one can hide
But underneath it all the truth is hurting and as long as I've got make up I've got cry
My hairdresser covers up...
Only me and my hairdresser know