...Beautiful Girl in the World,
you drink yourself into a numbness,
your whole body a dead limb sawed off
from all their buzzing hearts.
Sinking in that low-down, red leather armchair,
you have never felt so small â
but isn't it sweet to not feel out place for once?
To soak in the soft growl of the music,
wishing you had his voice; there is nothing
like the confidence of a white man with a guita...
