MRS. MEERS:      They don't know   My flair for the dramatic.   Not a clue,   The talent I posess.   Pretty girls,   But not much in the attic,    Face to face with genius   And they never guess.      They don't know    They're staring at an artist   Highly trained    To take on any role:   Skillful mime    And brilliant laundry-cartist   Seeking retrobution   For the life they stole.      I've almost acted Chekov,   Ibsen, Shaw, Moliere!   I almost starred as Peter Pan...   Imagine 'moi,' mid-air!   I almost tackled Shakespeare...   A blushing Juliet.   And if the house were big enough,   I still could play her yet!      They don't know   I'm hotter news than Doozer,    Helen Hayes and Bernhardt all in one!   They're on top   And I look like a loser!   Wait and see who's standing   When my play is done!      So welcome all you bright young ladies.   You're checking into    Hotel Hades!   I won't stand by while critics    Praise ya...   You're getting shipped to South East   Asia!      But they don't know...   They don't know...   Sad to be all alone in the world!   But they   Don't   Know!