It is my saving grace   I bow to no one   Even on dismal days   I never make haste   To judge a brain   By it's face   Roll me over   And kiss my mouth   I'll tell you what I   Was dreaming about      Sometimes you have just got to lose to win    Yesterday's frog will be tomorrow's prince      Survival of the prettiest   Give a warm welcome to truth   It's not what's inside you   It's the survival of the prettiest   But every flower withers and dies   And everyone is equal in time   Ww decline, wither and die      A toast for temptation   My eyes are often gripped by   The beauty of beautiful bodies   But the flesh is just   The first choice for falsified fools