Beauty

Beauty, you make me sad All you beautiful babies been had Who'll be able to love you for What you, what you really are? Beauty, what is your face? What has it given the human race? All that it has given me is a longing for People and things I could never afford Ah, beauty, now that the walls of Troy are tumbling down (tumbling down) (tumbling down) And poor Oscar Wilde's verdict is out And the Hope diamond's up for auction (What about) what about Michael Jackson? And I'm smoking again In the morning looking at (looking at) beauty Look at me You who did line the apple once offered Eve I fear you line the world we see Filled with goodness only hidden by beauty You make me sad You make me sad (Um, yeah-yeah-yeah) you make me sad