Beauty - Tim Minchin

Beauty is a harlot

She will dance with any bastard

She’s undiscerning in her choice of partners

I could have her of course if I wish

But I object to her promiscuousness

Beauty just doesn’t suit me

For beauty is a harlot

An easy lay for lazy artists

I won’t be fooled by her vulgar charm

It is the easiest trick in the book

Music’s the worm and beauty’s the hook

And I know you would swallow her whole

But I’m not here to pander to souls

For beauty is a siren

Trying to draw me from my chosen mission

I won’t be tempted by her seductive singing

On principle I refuse to be party to her abuse

It is not my job to squat in the gutter

Sharing the teat with you beauty drunk suckers

You paid to see satire and rage

I swear I won’t let beauty set foot on this stage

For beauty is a siren

A spotlight hungry superficial harlot

She will toy with your defenceless heart and leave you

Tear streaked when the lights come on

You look around to find her gone

And despite your sighs you’ve not a clue

That as you fell for her, she stole from you

For beauty is a harlot

She will lie with any two bit artist

And for all those other bastards

She seems to come so easily

But she comes too hard for me