Downtown disco, out on the floor,
He’s been there a hundred times before,
Looking for some pretty high class fool to play with
Back in his place when he pours out the wine
And the crystal snowflakes stand in line —
She won’t ever find a faster way to heaven.
You can find him any night
Standing in the upstage light,
Waiting for some easy act to follow —
Watch him move in perfect time
Memorising all his lines
Roll up! Roll up! see the Great Pretender
Dinner party, table for two —
Video turns to midnight blue,
He says «do you like to do it this way?»
Black satin sheets edged in guilt,
Whispered lies underneath the quilt —
He’ll do anything a woman wants,
‘cos he’s built for pleasure
You can find him etc
All night, all night
We last, all night