Your Beauty is Only Skin Deep

Your Beauty is Only Skin Deep

Oh lady, high falutin' and all,

I just can't figure out

How you think you're high on the ball.

Oh, you have a curvy body,

Nice assets, and a big ol' bust,

But you're so shallow 

In a pool of already murky waters,

And unlike the other fellers here at the bar,

I see that your beauty is only skin deep.

Sometimes, I wonder if God conviently forgets,

Forgets to finish His multitudes of masterpieces

Because you definitely ain't a full Mona Lisa in my eyes.

Perhaps I picked a bad place to hang out

If you want to look at this in the name of love,

But your ruby lips and diamond eyes

Won't lure me into the web you spin.

You chew guys up for lunch and spit 'em out for dinner,

Not as a friend - your intentions are for ill.

Sex is sex, and you're a leech.

I see your beauty is only skin deep.

I look at you, and I want to scream.

I hear you talk, and my blood turns to polar ice.

I feel your breath, and you're like the Russian winter of 1812,

Able to freeze a half million man army,

Your shrill cries cutting through me like the Cossacks' wrath.

I see you as I do a rainy gray sky,

When the sun goes down and the day dies with a whimper.

You're a bitter taste in the mouths of affirmed men:

Disgusting, a shriveled soul beneath a shroud of ecstasy.

You will never have me, I promise you that,

Because I see your beauty is only skin deep.