Think about an actress lying on a mattress
Think about the mattress underneath the actress
See the hocus-pocus coming into focus
Paying close attention to the mounting attention

It's true, sometimes there ain't a whole lot you can do
It's on and off and play and pause and stop
If Shakespeare said that all the world's a stage
I feel like a prop

Think about the starlet paid to play a harlot
Think about the harlot that wants to be a starlet
Camera records her as it points towards her
Audience rewards her, Academy awards her

Like a momentary walk-on in an undistinguished scene
Or a cameo appearance in another person's dream
Like a footnote to the footnote at the bottom of the page
Spending eons in the shadows, twenty miles from center stage