Text: Alphaville. Lies.

Baby dear -- what do I do?
Playing my tune for you
Just to get you in the mood
Everybody's going to Hollywood

You're driving me mad
But I'm smiling to the crowd instead
A lot of money is at stake
This is a hit and that's a fake

This is what you mean to me
This is what they all should see
Make a make-up in a foolish style
Telling the truth by making a (big?) lie

When I come, I come but nothing's at ease
Breaking up the whole is a modern disease
Maybe you think tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke

My love, everything's an interview
And nothing's really new
And everybody's looking for clues
And you know what to do with a clue

My love -- I get ready for the show
They're waiting and they will never go
This night is just to go-o-o-o
And it's only for show

Dig that deal and be a millionaire
Drinking cocktails in the stratosphere
Getting jetlagged with my business-friends
In these supersonic wonderlands

There's a shadow on the graphic display
First he's smiling then he's fading away
Maybe he thinks tomorrow's just a joke
It's a joke after joke after joke after joke

My love...

And it's only for show
Get ready! Get ready! Get ready...