All This Useless Beauty

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 & history collide

So she looks to her prince, finding since

He's so charmingly slumped at her side

Those days are recalled on the gallery wall,

And she's waiting for passion or humor to strike

What shall we do, what shall we do

With all this useless beauty, all this useless beauty

Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time,

Till he almost began to negotiate,

And 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 associated

But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased

And she finds that the mixture is hard to deny

What shall we do, what shall we do

With all this useless beauty,

All this useless beauty

She won't practice the looks from the great tragic

books

That were later defaced disgraced celluloid

They no longer make sense, but you can bet

If she isn't a sweetheart, a plaything or pet

The film turns her into an unveiled threat

Nonsense prevails, modesty fails,

Grace and virtue turn into stupidity

While the calender fades almost all barricades

To a pale compromise

While our rulers 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 that such a surprise?

What shall we do, what shall we do

With all this useless beauty,

All this useless beauty?