The Secret Show Lyrics

He is…

He is the boyfriend of a popular girl

The father of her child as well

He's got a reputation; the best girth in town

Those arms will knock you down

An actor, not of typical fame

With an audience that ain't quite the same

Nobody knows his game…

But smile, he would

His eyes, they look so innocent by day

While after dark

He is the superstar of a secret show in a car park

The crowd are overjoyed to see his facial grin of ecstasy, oh

Tears fell down with the pouring rain

As the final moment of truth became

A slow release of pleasure, self-hate and shame

Well up you get boy, off the floor

The guilt will pass, just like the pain

He is…

He is a mess

"It's not my fault?" He said

Looking up at the cracks of the ceiling in bed

She tried her best when going down

He shut his eyes, and turned her around

And after she was satisfied

She drifted off, and then away he flied

She woke and found him gone into the night…

And cry she did

And worried where her love had gone, and why?

Well, he is out

Being the superstar of the secret show in the car park

The crowd are overjoyed to see his facial grin of ecstasy

As he comes into the final act

His eyes roll back in climax

But no one even stays to stand and clap

Well up you get boy, off the floor

Tomorrow they'll be back for more

Go on home; give her the cash

And tell her it was late-night junkie-trash

Oh how he loves it

In the car park

Oh how he loves it

He's playing his favourite part

Oh how he loves it (All the headlights are shining bright)

In the car park (Shining in the lay-by)

Oh how he loves it (All the headlights are shining bright)

He's playing his favourite part (Shining in the lay-by)