mr. congeniality

hey mr. congeniality

you're more than a picture

more than a show

your eyes follow me wherever i go

flirt with the lens 

and tell me a story

tell me a lie

tell me your dark eyes could hide 

the emptiness inside

too busy for a life of your own

kids, wife, a real home

so young, it's a pity, it's a shame

so high is the price of fame

so what good is fame and glory

when no one cares

when you tell your story

when you tell your lie

when your dark eyes cannot hide

the emptiness inside

tears are in fashion

that's what they say

get off the hook

and throw them away