Ugly Guys With Beautiful Girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

You always know what the story is.

Beautiful girls with ugly guys

What do they take us for anyway?

What do they take us for anyway?

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

As they walk down the street arm in arm, I see

them and once again feel the need to ask

myself the question, the question that has

weighed heavily on me of late. How is it

possible that a guy and a girl so dissimilar

in physical appearance, there being such a

disparity in how attractive each is, be nonetheless

in what would appear to be some sort of relationship?

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

How do we explain this? An attraction of

opposites? No, that theory has been refuted

by many experts in the fields of human psychology.

A much greater attraction seems to come from

one more similar to oneself. Personality, perhaps?

Without intending to sound judgmental, I would

say that he doesn't look like what was once called

a "live wire" or "the life of the party." He appears

rather expressionless. His movements are stiff

and even awkward. Perhaps he is a person of

some intellect-an expert in science, the arts,

political

theory. No , I think not. See how well tailored his

clothes are, how well cut his hair is.

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

It ain't done with smoke and mirrors.

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

Ugly guys with beautiful girls

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I must confess to you, my listeners, that I have been

a little less than honest in pretending I had no

answers

to my previous questions. You see, I lost someone

very dear to me, someone very beautiful, to someone

much like him.

Ah, you ask, surely there must have been other areas

where you were deficient and he was not. No, I don't

believe so. My shortcomings were of an economic nature.

He was rich. I was not.

You see, I underestimated the appeal to her of things--

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imported things on wheels, large things with manicured

lawns and Olympic swimming pools, things to wear around

her neck that would glisten in the night light. Things.

Still,

I am not bitter. Rather, I am an observer who saw first

hand how life may not be fair. Would things have turned

out differently between me and her had I moved up the

corporate ladder quicker, been born of more noble

stock,

or done better on one of our journeys to Las Vegas?

Perhaps. In fact, I'm certain of it. Things would have

turned

out differently between me and her. I know this now. It

ain't

done with smoke and mirrors.

Ugly guys with beautiful girls.

You always know what the story is.