Oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion
Forewarned, my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift
Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
Oooh-wah, oooh-wah
You played this scene before, you played this scene before
I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, reaction
The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness (in the darkness)
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk (and the cat walks)
Oooh-wah, oooh-wah
I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction
"An irritating speck of dirt that came from absolutely nowhere"
You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
You who I directed with a lover's will, you who I let hypnotise the lens
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
Just like a greasepaint mask
But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun
It's just begun
It's just begun
Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralysed with rabbit's eyes
Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
You've play - ed this scene before