The Entertainer

You write our songs of loveLike the channel of the centuryAnd I'm receiving like I'm meant to beImpressed by youFollowing your lustLike an intrepid adventurerWhile you leave your trail ofDisaster, oh, ohSing it like you've never said it beforeMean it with your wasted heartTry to believe that there's something to stay forBut there's always before and afterFor the entertainerTime folds out on itselfLike a never ending mysteryAnd I wonder will there ever be enough timeTo write your book of wrongsAnd delight us like a bachelorIs that why they call youThe entertainer, oh, ohSing it like you've never said it beforeMean it with your wasted heartTry to believe that there's something to stay forBut there's always before and afterFor the entertainerSing it like you've never said it beforeMean it with your wasted heartTry to believe that there's nothing to stay forThere's always before and afterFor the entertainer, for the entertainerThe entertainer