Heads that turn won't stay put
Beauty unto its own
Stumbled dance, a gunshot foot
Beauty unto its own
Loose neck grip is tightly fit
Beauty unto its own
Pistol poor and pistol whipped
Beauty unto its own
I'm a big boy, I'm a big star
What's a decoy, what's a guitar
Chewing gum, sucking thumb
Beauty unto its own
Left bank highs an eastside run
Beauty unto its own
I'm a big boy, I'm a big star
Oh to destroy what's done so far
I'd cry for you if you would too
Beauty unto its own
Sad is bad when sad is good

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