The show's over. Next time
bring a camera and buy a ticket
Look, can't we go somewhere and talk?
No, I don't date men. Because I pose like I do
You get... Ideas. You're all alike
No, not all of us

Okay, so maybe you're better than most
Maybe not. I still hate all men
After what one did to me once
Have you forgotten? Well, have you?

No, I haven't forgotten
Neither have I
I carry the memory around with me
But you can't hide yourself away here forever
Listen, galahad, I trusted a man once, all the way!
What did it get me?
He gets his head filled with jealous lies and I get

You have to forget!
How can I forget!
I carry the memory around with me

You don't even turn away from me, like everyone else does
To me you're not ugly
I see only beauty in you
You have lovely body
and a face that can be made beautiful again also
I've heard that song before