Telling your lies to the girls in the powder room,
about your man in the bedroom that came too soon.
Blanking out the border with you sorry tattoos,
you’re just a practised little ego with an edge to bruise.

One more drink, one more smoke,
one more thrill, the sick jokes …
beautiful is empty.
She’s a beautiful attraction, a beautiful distraction,
Beautiful loves no-one, unless you’re give her what she needs, And you’re …

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Throwing it all way.
You’re giving yourself away,
You’re throwing it all away,
you’re throwing it all away, you’re
giving yourself away, you’re
throwing it all away.

Setting your sights on the man that’s worth a second look.
Perhaps a wife but in this light your read ‘em just like books.
Living the moments between survival and bliss,
so unrelated, downright deflated,
let down by the whole pretence.

One more drink, one more smoke,
one more thrill, the sick jokes …
beautiful is empty.
She’s a beautiful attraction, a beautiful distraction,
Beautiful loves no-one, unless you’re pleading on your knees, 
And you’re…

Just a red light burning blue
as I’m tripping over you.
It’s been a long day coming,
how long will it last?
Until your last chance leaving
and you’re watching it pass.
‘Pause the people to find the good in someone,
please what’s happening to you?