she lives in a masquerade,
her life is all about dreams,
of glittering grinning masks
and champane and ballgowns it seems.

she dances so grecefully well,
she is the masquerade queen,
she is a magnet to glances of jealousy,
her life is completly obscene.

she waltzes and twirls the young night away,
she knows nothing of sadness or pain,
she just toys with the men,
who pledge her their heart,
she drives them completly insane.

she lives in a masquerade,
she is the masquerade queen,
but she will soon come to realise,
whatever may seem,
she cannot live her life in a maquerade dream.