Little actress how we loved you
Watching you upon the stage
We see the bright lights in your eyes
Reflecting back at us ablaze
But no director now to tell you
Take another curtain call
So it must be natural timing
Tells you when to let the teardrop fall
Go and tend to your mascara
Just a little showbiz trick
One small teardrop down it tumbles
Leaving dark lines on your cheek
Turning into melodrama
Only cheapens broken hearts
Yet actors try to catch your eye
Auditioning for the supporting parts
So who will take you home tonight
And walk you to the car?
Tonight we are all actors in this play
But you, but you, you are the star
So who will take you home tonight
And walk you to the car?
Tonight we are all actors in this play
But you, but you, you are the star
They note the way you comb your hair
The clothes you wear, the way you move
Your entrances are so assured
So try to keep your exits just as smooth
And now a new scenario
There is no script written for this
The cast all come and squeeze your hand
And lean to you and kiss
Flick cigarette, twirl empty glass
And even laugh too loud
But disregard the handkerchief
It only seems to drag this bad scene out
And who will take you home tonight
And walk you to the car?
Tonight we are all actors in this play
But you, but you, you are the star
