Heads that turn
Won't stay put
Beauty unto its own
A stumbled dance
A gunshot foot
Beauty unto its own
Pistol-poor
But pistol-whipped
Beauty unto its own

I'm a big boy, I'm a big star
First the decoy, then the guitar

Chewing gum
Sucking thumb
Beauty unto its own
Left-bank high
Is an eastside pun
Beauty unto its own

I'm a big boy, I'm a big star
Oh, to destroy what's done so far

That was bad
But that was good
Beauty unto its own
Sad is bad
When sad is good
Beauty unto its own
I'd cry for you
I'd cry for you
Beauty unto its own
I'd cry for you
If you would too