| C | D | G | |
| Ooo | o ooo | o oo | o |
| G | |
| Well, you should be an actress |
| Am | |
| You play your part so | well |
| Your act is so believeable |
| G | |
| That no one else can | tell |
| You say the lines but I see |
| C | |
| That you don't really | love me |
| You keep me around to be your faithful clown |
| G | Bm | |
| Till | someone you can love comes a | long |
| C | Am | |
| And | you'll keep on pre | tending |
| C | D | G | |
| Be | cause the | show must go | on |
| Yes, you should be an actress |
| As lovely as you are |
| The way you play on emotions |
| You'd shame the brightest star |
| You're acting all the time |
| No, you're not really mine |
| I'm just another scene in your "play acting" scheme |
| No, you don't love me at all |
| But when you walk away |
| That's when the curtain will fall |
| Bm | F#m | C | |
| But I'll | go all the | way to the | end of the play |
| D | G | G+ | |
| I'll be a part of your | masque | rade |
| C | D | G | Bm | |
| Al | though I | know it may | be the saddest | show |
| C | D | G | |
| In the l | ife of a | fool on | parade |
| By: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@netcabo.pt |