I put this pella up once before. This is another more resigned version.
A statement on the tragedy of too much beauty, a diet of green grapes, and vapid self-absorbing vanity and hollow relationships.

Lyrics:

Your life – the catwalk

Lingerie - makeup

Green grapes for lunch and dinner too…

You don’t touch me

I can’t touch you.



Everything is pretty

So pretty



In the morning

I see your shoes

Your eyes are glazed,

Your lips are blue….

Are you dead, or just pretending?

Is this the start of a new ending?



Everything could be pretty…

So pretty



You’re on a plane – to Paris France…

Forgot to pack your underpants…

That’s o.k. – you always do…

That’s o.k. – I forgot too.



Christian Lacroix will save you when you fall…

Gautier will hear your call…

Don’t you fret, everything will be pretty…

Oh so pretty.