| What happens when her beauty fades?
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| Is she a thing of the past?
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| Will she start hiding in the shade?
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| That’s what the media ask
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| They got their heads up their ass
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| Will she go for surgery they call it elective
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| It always looks weird never effective
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| Like fine monofilament holding up her skin
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| Attached to the sky above the rictus of a grin
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| Oh well is that what happens when her beauty fades
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| What happens when he creaks and groans?
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| Is that the time to give up?
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| Losing all kinds of muscle tones
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| And drinking food from a cup
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| He used to chew now he sups
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| Reeling from the image in the mirror on the wall
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| Deeply disgusted utterly appalled
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| Inhabited by some strange new host
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| A hobgoblin or his daddy’s ghost
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| Is that what happens when he creaks and groans
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| What happens when their beauty fades?
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| They just look inwards and find out what they’re made of
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| And it’s the good stuff you know it’s more than enough
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| Yeah that’s what happens when their beauty fades
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| Yeah that’s what happens when their beauty fades |