Beauty - Linda Thompson

Beauty, you make me sad

All you beautiful babies been had

Who’ll be able to love you for

What you, what you really are?

Beauty, what is your face?

What has it given the human race?

All that it has given me is a longing for

People and things I could never afford

Ah, beauty, now that the walls of Troy are tumbling down

And poor Oscar Wilde’s verdict is out

And the Hope diamond’s up for auction

And what about Michael Jackson?

And I’m smoking again

In the morning looking at

Beauty, look at me

You who did line the apple once offered Eve

I fear you line the world we see

Filled with goodness only hidden by

Beauty, you make me sad

You make me sad

You make me sad