Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
You always know what the story is 
Beautiful girls with ugly guys 
What do they take us for anyway? 
Ugly guys, with beautiful girls 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
As they walk down the street arm in arm 
I see them 
And once again feel the need to ask myself the question 
The question that has weighed heavily on me of late 
How is it possible that a guy and a girl 
So dissimilar in physical appearance, 
There being such a disparity in how attractive each is, 
Be nonetheless in what would appear to be a relationship? 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
How do we explain this? 
An attraction of opposites? 
No, that theory has been refuted 
By many experts in the fields of human psychology 
A much greater attraction seems to come from one more similar to oneself 
Personality perhaps? 
Without intending to sound judgmental 
That he doesn't look like 
What was once called "live wire" or "the life of the party" 
He appears rather expressionless. 
His movements are stiff and even awkward 
Perhaps he's a person of some intellect 
An expert in science 
The arts, political theory? 
No, I think not. 
See how well tailored his clothes are 
How well cut his hair is 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
I must confess to you, my listeners 
That I have been a little less than honest 
In pretending 
I had no answers to my previous questions 
You see, I lost someone very dear to me 
Someone very beautiful 
To someone much like him 
Ah, you ask, surely there must have been other areas 
Where you were deficient and he was not 
No, I don't believe so 
My shortcomings were of an economic nature 
He was rich, 
I was not 
You see, I underestimated the appeal to her of things 
Imported things on wheels 
Large things with manicured lawns and 
Olympic swimming pools 
Things to wear around her neck that would 
Glisten in the night light 
Things! Still 
I am not bitter 
Rather, I am an observer 
Who saw first hand how life may not be fair 
Would things have turned out differently 
Between me and her 
Had I moved the corporate ladder quicker 
Been born of more noble stock 
Or done better on one of our journeys to 
Las Vegas? 
Perhaps. In fact, 
I am certain of it. 
Things would have turned out differently 
Between me and her 
I know this now 
It ain't done with smoke and mirrors 
Ugly guys with beautiful girls 
You always know what the story is