Imperial Teen - Beauty Lyrics
Heads that turn won't stay putBeauty unto its ownStumbled dance, a gunshot footBeauty unto its ownLoose neck grip is tightly fitBeauty unto its ownPistol poor and pistol whippedBeauty unto its ownI'm a big boy, I'm a big starWhat's a decoy, what's a guitarChewing gum, sucking thumbBeauty unto its ownLeft bank highs an eastside runBeauty unto its ownI'm a big boy, I'm a big starOh to destroy what's done so farI'd cry for you if you would tooBeauty unto its ownSad is bad when sad is good