Sure, go ahead and dream, Girlie, but don't forget from wence you came You're just trying to blow off steam, Girlie Not that I blame you, every night's the same You finish the show, you rinse out your tights You dive into a dive and raise a toast to better nights You get a little drunk and maybe start a few fights But you grin and bare it You run for the train, the one you just missed You're out of cigarettes, you've got a headache, and you're pissed You lie awake, countin all the bald heads you kissed But you grin and bare it Wake up. Quick, smell the coffee, it's a brand new day If you wake up lonely, that's the price you pay anyway You run from the train, it's a quarter to two You slap a pound of war paint on and barely make your cue You hit the stage and smile cause, sh**, what else can you do or say? You grin and bare it, four shows a day Oh, wake up. Quick, change your costume, second act is on Life ain't just a rat-race, it's a marathon and then you're gone So pity yourself but know in your gut that no one ever died because their life was in a rutt And learn a little lesson from a gal who says, "What the hey." Grin and bare it, grin and bare it, grin and bare it Grin and bare it, four shows a day