The Heiress - Drab Majesty

An ingénue's delight

She can’t find anything she likes

Only the finest foods and wines

And satin robes make up her mind

Incessantly

I’ll reduce your life

I’ll make you think about it twice

Incessantly

Oh when the roses turn to grey

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s bound to be passé

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Oh when the dark dissolves to day

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s like papier-mâché

She’ll connect the polka dot on her sun dress

Conceited rationale

You run from your only friends

No one believes you

They’ll just treat you to cocaine

Your voguish nature and nomenclature

Have an expiry date

Oh when the roses turn to grey

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s bound to be passé

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Oh when the dark dissolves to day

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s like papier-mâché

Oh when the roses turn to grey

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s bound to be passé

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Oh when the darkness turns to day

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s now just a charade

I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know

Your beauty’s now just a charade