Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark
The mirror will watch over you
Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase the dark

The mirror´s hung up on you
Don´t be last, your friends and your reflection
It´s all so direction now
Poor Harlequin, you´re quite an exception
Fay troubadour, on a downer
Gay Harlequin, doesn´t believe in you
Doesn´t believe it´s true, such a downer.