I went out last night to a cabaret,
I got home this mornin' at the break of day.

[chorus:]
People hide their love, People hide their love,
People hide their love, People hide their love.

Knockin' on my door; I know there's nobody home,
But I go on in; talk to the telephone.

[repeat chorus]

In the dimlit crowd, in a creaking bone,
in the laugh too loud, in the midnight groan.

[repeat chorus]

I went out last night to a little cabaret,
I got home this mornin' at the break of day.