March March May

Cold mood and soul food
Said feed yourself fat
Go forth and come back
And it's so rude, the bad news
Can't support that
Without the monkey on your back now
Never quite had a friend who said now
THIS IS WHO I AM!
Never quite was myself
Until I sat down with the mirror and snorted now
Sort the life from the truth
Then look down at the surface and say

B-E-A-U-tiful
I can feel the mirror pull wherever I go
And a duty to myself
But I can be the captain when there's nobody else
MARCH MARCH

My tune believes in you
Said let the night choose
Go forth and go nude and
Let loose and improve
Said how'd he do that
And not come down or come back now
Whenever you feel alone just shout out
THIS IS WHO I AM!
You never quite feel yourself
Until you get down to the base of the bottle now
Sort the wheat from the chaff
Then look at your reflection and say

B-E-A-U-tiful
I can feel the bottle pull wherever I go
And a duty free of myself
I can be the ocean when there's nothing but shells

B-E-A-U-T-you know
Y-S-P-E-C-I-
AAAAAAA-
L-you know, you know well

B-E-A-U-T-you know
Y-S-P-E-C-I-
AAAAAAA-
L-you know, you know well

B-E-A-U-T-you know
Y-S-P-E-C-I-
AAAAAAA-
L-you know, you know well

B-E-A-U-T-you know
Y-S-P-E-C-I-
AAAAAAA-
L-you know, you know well