| It’s at times such as this she’d be tempted to spit
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| If she wasn’t so ladylike
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| She imagines how she might have lived
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| back when legends and history collide
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| So she looks to her prince finding since he’s so charmingly
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| slumped at her side
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| Those days are recalled on the gallery wall
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| And she’s waiting for passion or humour to strike
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| What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
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| All this useless beauty
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| Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
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| 'Til he almost began to negotiate
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| She held his head like a baby and said «It's okay if you cry.»
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| Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn’t guess
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| He desires to impress his associates
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| But he’s part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased
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| So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny
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| What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
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| All this useless beauty
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| She won’t practice the looks from the great tragic books
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| That were later disgraced to face celluloid
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| It won’t even make sense but you can bet
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| If she isn’t a sweetheart or plaything or pet
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| The film turns her into an unveiled threat
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| Nonsense prevails, modesty fails
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| Grace and virtue turn into stupidity
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| While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise
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| And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts
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| They still think they’re the gods of antiquity
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| If something you missed didn’t even exist
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| It was just an ideal -- is it such a surprise?
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| What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
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| All this useless beauty
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| What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
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| All this useless beauty |