Beauty

'Am I beautiful without make-up?'
'Yes..I told you for thousands of time'
'Thank you'
'For what? It's not my fault that you are beautiful in every way.'

Come on skinny love..

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines.

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I?
Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines.

Who will love you? who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?