Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
Gene Simmons
He's Lord and high priest where he's needed the least
And you know he's paid his dues
He's that Master of Flash until his mind starts to crash
It's come so he's hard to refuse
All the kids with painted faces
Follow him around
And the girls with satin and laces
Know when he's in town
He's altogether wrapped up in his world
Never once believing what he sees
And when he's older, letting down his girl
Close your eyes, pretend you cannot see
He always seen were it's hot and often enough
He'll be there backstage when you're through
He thinks he's got no cares, he's always flashing his wares
But oh how gently he's smiling at you
All the kids with painted faces
Follow him around
And the girls with satin and laces
Know when he's in town
He's altogether wrapped up in his world
Never once believing what he sees
And when he's older, letting down his girls
Close your eyes, pretend you cannot see
All the kids with painted faces
Still follow him around
And the girls with satin and laces
Know when he's in town
He's altogether wrapped up in his world
Never once believing what he sees
And when he's older, letting down his girl
Close your eyes, pretend you cannot see