Maybe it's just the way you've been living to extremes,
That shows a side of you that I ain't seen,
Now Rita come on give it up and I'll take you to a show,
We can sit down and throw popcorn at the folks below;

CHORUS:
You'd better suit yourself,
If you think you're doing well,
You don't need to masquerade babe,
You just suit yourself.

All the broadside dancers stayed up till way past dawn,
Jiving in the alleyway with their costume make - up on,
But Rita hold my picture closely to your breast,
Don't you know that only love will stand the test.

You'd better suit yourself,
If you think you're doing well,
You don't need to masquerade babe,
You just suit yourself.

Mister Incognito is setting up his traps,
And he hides a wicked smile behind his hat,
Rita still believes in him and all his alibis,
But never really looks into his lies;

You's better suit yourself,
If you think you're doing well,
You don't need to masquerade babe,
You just suit yourself.