It's started to come to me. Your new career would probably end like this. All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss. Farewell to the studied lines and carefully broken hearts. The overpowering perfume and the glimpse of her garter. Mingling with the sweet smoldering scent of the martyr. Well it's starting to come to me (come to me come to me). Starting to come to me. So you began to recognize the well-dressed man that everybody loves. It started when you chopped off all the fingers of those pony skin gloves. Then you cut a hole out where the lovelight used to shine. Your tears of pleasure equal measure crocodile and brine. You try to laugh it off saying "I knew all the time.... But it's starting to come to me" (come to me come to me). Starting to come to me. Sometimes you bring me down to play reluctant confidant. You say you may reward him if he gives you what you want. But these are days to treasure and to hold. They are much too precious to be sold. You'd probably play the pirate if you weren't so busy digging up the gold. Now you could tell he wanted you 'cause you almost taste it on his breath. But you always cheated life just like the bold dare-devil cheated death. Incidentally late last night your understudy finally got what you deserve. In private she's seductive but in public she's prim porcelain and nervous. Afraid someone will recognize the shame in her eyes. You've still got your dignity or the next best disguise. You never know when to say no and when to compromise. But it's starting to come to me (come to me come to me). Starting to come to me (come to me come to me). Starting to come to me.