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Beauty is a harlot |
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She will dance with any bastard |
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She's undiscerning in her choice of partners |
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I could have her of course if I wish |
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But I object to her promiscuousness |
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Beauty just doesn't suit me |
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For beauty is a harlot |
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An easy lay for lazy artists |
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I won't be fooled by her vulgar charm |
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It is the easiest trick in the book |
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Music's the worm and beautys the hook |
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And I know you would swallow her whole |
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But Im not here to pander to souls |
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For beauty is a siren |
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Trying to draw me from my chosen mission |
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I won't be tempted by her seductive singing |
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On principle I refuse to be party to her abuse |
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It is not my job to squat in the gutter |
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Sharing the teat with you beauty drunk suckers |
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You paid to see satire and rage |
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I swear I won't let beauty set foot on this stage |
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For beauty is a siren |
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A spotlight hungry superficial harlot |
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She will toy with your defenceless heart and leave you |
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Tear streaked when the lights come on |
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You look around to find her gone |
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And despite your sighs you've not a clue |
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That as you fell from her she stole from you |
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For beauty is a harlot |
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She will lie with any two bit artist |
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And for all those other bastards |
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She seems to come so easily |
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But she comes too hard for me |
