Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen... Oh brother, it's not like the past We were wearing stilettos and talking too fast Passing the
How beautiful the hands that served The wine and the bread and the sons of the earth How beautiful the feet that walked The long dusty roads and the hill
You are my mantra, you are my prayer My benediction, my conviction, my electric chair My reaction, attraction You expose my every layer You're my poem
Believe me I would rather say nothing than lie But have you heard about that so-called beautiful guy I was begging for some money at the usual time
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So I'm waiting by a phone for the blessed ring Like a holy grail for a fisher king Time is ticking down like a metronome Rhythm for my brain and it's
I know that lately I've been kinda into myself And I let things slide just a little too much Every once in a while I'll be telling you that I love you
I was accosted late one night, A stone's throw from home, By a staggering drunk Whispering to me How beautiful is the moon? He said and smiled at me
If I was beautiful like you Oh, the things I would do Those not so blessed would be crying out murder And I'd just laugh and get away with it too Like
Clean slate Suddenly waiting for something that I know won't come Only got time to think how did it end up this way? Now I've Not enough Not enough
I could never be the one for you You're so filled with hate I could never treat ones like you do It's time to change my fate And every time I open up
Put your hand up, put your hand up Put your hands up, put 'em up Put your hand in the air if you know you got a good one I got a good one, yeah, I got
Wandering through the chaos the battle has left, We climb up a mountain of human flesh, To a plateau of green grass, and green trees
Winter in the city, the year is running dry New Year's resolutions so perfect in the mind Gon' lose this blue addiction of mine Me, I work long hours