| 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 beauty’s the hook
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| And I know you would swallow her whole
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| But I’m 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 for 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 |