Masquerade

I've got a friend who had a schoolboy dream He wanted every luxury that money could bring He fancied himself as a King of the castle Impressing all the ladies with the size of his car But none of them would have it They left the morning after As a giver of love he was a walking disaster Who will ever know of this charade Unless you tell us who you really are How far will you go Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul Come to masquerade Keep your heart out of sight You can be a winner A master of disguise Then one night he met a beautiful girl She was a viable concern, he couldn't help thinking But he ran out of small talk and started to panic The comedy was turning into something tragic Never mix business with pleasure You can play them independently but never together Who will ever know of this charade Unless you tell us who you really are How far will you go Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul Come to masquerade Keep your heart out of sight You can be a winner A master of disguise