The Great Pretender

Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such;
I pretend too muchI'm lonely but no one can tell.

Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
A drift in a world of my own
I play the game; but to my real shame
You've let me to dream all alone.

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal.

Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not;
you seeI'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around.

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal

Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around

The Great Pretender
The Platters

Sabes...

...que tens muitas cuecas quando chegas á gaveta e ao pegares numas pensas:"Espera aí, estas cuecas não são minhas!"