I love to waltz with a man in a dark linen suit. All alone -- at a party with someone I knew. From a time gone by -- turned to stone. You could be Garbo or even Marlene. You could be Marilyn.... Or you could forget. I play the part but then all of us do. And I do it so well as I do it to you. In this town full of strangers. In this town full of fools. Venus doesn't glitter when she stands next to you. When you're waltzing through stardom. You miss what you lose. Lose yourself in a silvery dress. For you think you must do what you feel you do best. And you musn't give it up for you're still but a guest. You could be Garbo or even Marlene.... Or you could forget.