She had a face-lift to keep her chin up
She was forever feeling low
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He had a big ben heart, an only child with a ten-ton aorta
But the pressure, the pressure was enough to oxygenate the moon
His mother wanted a daughter with a face to light up the room

Always chasing the rapture
They beg you to
Clap your hands make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
Hungry for adoration
They beg you to
Raise your arms like you got a choice
They rule this world so we lift our voice
To the handsome girls and the pretty boys

They met in knightsbridge, but they never hit it off
Their feelings were soft as snow
Bone dry, sawdust filled decanters from atlanta
They were just for show
They were just for show

Always chasing the rapture
They beg you to clap your hands
Make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
Hungry for adoration
They beg you to raise your arms like you got a choice
Give in to sin and just rejoice
For the leaders to whom we lift our voice
You'd better clap your hands, make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys