What do you want?
With the beauty you flaunt?
When will it daunt?
When will it haunt?

Because beauty is sweet
Sweet as defeat

Don’t you find it kind of bleak,
That you get what you want
Because your beauty isn’t weak?

But your morals are

Its such a fleet
In the day after the first week
The knowing that you can be
With only one man
Now isn’t that a treat?

But its not what you’ve been living in
And you feel it’s a fight you cant win
Now that’s a kick in the shin
I just hope you can swim

Although I doubt it