I've got a friend who had a schoolboy dream   He wanted every luxury that money could bring   He fancied himself as a King of the castle   Impressing all the ladies with the size of his car   But none of them would have it   They left the morning after   As a giver of love he was a walking disaster      Who will ever know of this charade   Unless you tell us who you really are   How far will you go   Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul      Come to masquerade   Keep your heart out of sight   You can be a winner   A master of disguise      Then one night he met a beautiful girl   She was a viable concern, he couldn't help thinking   But he ran out of small talk and started to panic   The comedy was turning into something tragic   Never mix business with pleasure   You can play them independently but never together      Who will ever know of this charade   Unless you tell us who you really are   How far will you go   Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul      Come to masquerade   Keep your heart out of sight   You can be a winner   A master of disguise