Lyrics The Four Seasons

The Four Seasons

Genuine Imitation Life

Chameleons changing colors

While a crocodile cries

People rubbing elbows

But never touching eyes

Taking off their masks

Revealing still another guise

Genuine, imitation life

People buying happiness

And manufactured fun

Everybody's doing

What everybody's done

You count on lots of people

Who can only count to one

Genuine, imitation life

All the pretty clouds

Are a lovely shade of black

You find the right direction

Someone tears up all the track

People wish of crosses

Fingers crossed behind their back

Genuine, imitation life

Old friends get together

But it's solitaire they play

Everybody's rainbows

Dressed in different shades of gray

It's a lovely place to visit

But I wouldn't want to stay

Genuine, imitation life