Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun
That brought a new betrayl every day
He shank the world of mortals and the sounds of human tongues
And blessed the night that chased their sight away.

A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again
Who tried a bit and found that it was rotten
Preparing perfect strangers to the company of friends
'Cause strangers are so easily forgotten.

Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived
To face a lie and then to try again
But there's nothing like a woman with the spell of make believe
To make a new believer of a man.

Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his strife
Expecting next to nothing out of life
Till fortune found a girl who fan the flame her thought had died
Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife.

She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control
Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul
Duvalier was a dreamer after all.

Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived
To face a lie and then to try again
But there's nothing like a woman with the spell of make believe
To make a new believer of a man...