It's at times such as this she'd be tempted to spit

If she wasn't so ladylike

She imagines how she might have lived

Back when legends and history collide

So she looks to her prince finding he's so charmingly

Slumped at her side

Those days are recalled on the gallery wall

And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike



What shall we dowhat shall we do with all this useless beauty? 

All this useless beauty



Good friday arrivedthe sky darkened on time

'til he almost began to negotiate

She held his head like a baby and said "it's okay if you cry"

Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess

He desires to impress his associates

But he's part ugly beast and hellenic deceased

So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny



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She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books

That were later disgraced to face celluloid

It won't even make sense but you can bet

If she isn't a sweetheart or plaything or pet

The film turns her into an unveiled threat



Nonsense prevailsmodesty fails

Grace and virtue turn into stupidity

While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise

And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts

They still think they're the gods of antiquity

If something you missed didn't even exist

It was just an ideal -- is it such a surprise? 



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