It's at times such as this,
She'd be tempted to spit,
If she wasn't so ladylike,
She imagines how she might have lived,
Back when legends and history collide.
So she looks to her ? ,
Finding ? so charming,
He's slumped at her side,
These days are recalled on the gallery wall,
And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike.
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
With all this useless beauty,
All this useless beauty.
When Friday arrived,
The sky darkened on time,
Till we almost began to negotiate,
She held his head like a baby and said,
"It's OK if you cry."
Now he wants her to dress,
As if you couldn't guess,
He desires to impress his associates,
But as ? ugly beast,
And ? deceased,
So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny.
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
With all this useless beauty,
All this useless beauty.
She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books,
? disgraced them in celluloid,
You don't even make sense,
But you can't bear,
If she isn't a sweetheart,
Who ? ,
But that turns her into a ?
License prevails,
Modesty fails,
Grace and virtue turn into stupidity,
While the calendar fades,
Almost all barricades,
Too pale ?
And our leaders have feasts,
On the backsides of beasts,
They still think they're the Gods of antiquity,
If something you missed,
Didn't even exist,
It was just an idea is that such a surprise?
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
With all this useless beauty,
All this useless beauty.
What shall we do?
What shall we do?
With all this useless beauty,
All this useless beauty.
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