Oh brutal bimbo beauty
Nonsensically sublime
This hammy Armageddon
Turns out to be yours and mine

Your face is just the ticket to everything
I ever wanted to see
Your face is just the ticket to everything
I was ever required to be

Oh sweet subtle nothing
Flower of my will
Your physical beauty
Is making me physically ill

I turn up again fantastically resplendent
Naked, they pack them into the hilt
Funny thing is
The theater hasn't even been built

I was up to absolute beauty
Playing it by my own book
Where there's no justice in matters of beauty
It's stupid to even look

But I held on to my ticket
I'd sit in front of it and stare
Have pity on me
I've still got it somewhere