What do you do when you're not beautiful?
Stylish and sexy, no effort at all
Thank you for coming, but Heaven is full
Careful progressing from Bulmers to Gin
The stench of attempt is considered a sin
You're losing a race you don't know that you're in

You're no long limibed Venus, no bronze Adonis
An amateur artist's poor labor of love
Won't hang in The Tate as you wait
for the experts to fawn and discussed
Not rich in a currency that's prone to rust

Love, I want love
What all those poxy singers are singing it of
Love, I want love
I want it again

Praying for manna to fall from above
Eat what you can, no, it won't be enough
People will tell you to settle for lust

The dreamer of dreams is the master of none
Don't let them know that you're not having fun
They made this life a mirage
that you can't always see from afar
Whole you start to cover yourself like a scar

Love, I want love
What all those poxy singers are singing it of
Love, I want love
I want it again

I see the pain in your eyes
That's something I recognize, oh
The pain in your eyes
That's something I recognize, oh
The pain in your eyes
That's something I recognize, oh
The pain in your eyes
That's something I recognize
That's something I recognize

Love, I want love
What all those poxy singers are singing it of, woah-oh
Love, I want love
I want it again

Oh-oh, oh-oh