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



Credits
Writer(s): Rufus Wainwright
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