This Dance Hall

This dance hall is full of people pretending they're happy; faking happiness,
see the girl with the pink dress; she's really completely dead inside,
it's a dance hall; she's wearing enough make-up to hide it all,
see the man with the feathery hat and eighteen hundreds coat,
he thinks he actually has a chance to win her over; too bad she's shallow.

This dance hall is full of people with no beliefs of sorrow; pain is just another game,
see the man with the girl on his arm; she's there for the money nothing more,
he's in love and she is too; too bad isn't not the same type of love,
see the girl with the maid suit on; she's really in love with man with the greedy girl on his arm,
she loves him for his soul; too bad he'll never know until it's too late.

This dance hall is full of liars, insecure people and greedy people,
see the woman wearing all her jewelry; fur coat and cigarette smoking covers her,
she believes she's going to find a honest man; too bad they're all faking honesty,
see the man staring into the ceiling; he's really a dreamer with no remorse,
he left a woman and four kids; for a life of drawings and evolution.

This dance hall is full of people pretending to be who they're not,
look at everyone playing their part to perfection; it's worse than an opera,
in this dance room you will find; no one is what they appear to be,
so lie to fit in; wear a mask of happiness and act like you're rich,
you'll fit right in with the liars, insecure people and greedy people.