Oh brutal bimbo beauty   Nonsensically sublime   This hammy Armageddon   Turns out to be yours and mine      Your face is just the ticket to everything   I ever wanted to see   Your face is just the ticket to everything   I was ever required to be      Oh sweet subtle nothing   Flower of my will   Your physical beauty   Is making me physically ill      I turn up again fantastically resplendent   Naked, they pack them into the hilt   Funny thing is   The theater hasn't even been built      I was up to absolute beauty   Playing it by my own book   Where there's no justice in matters of beauty   It's stupid to even look      But I held on to my ticket   I'd sit in front of it and stare   Have pity on me   I've still got it somewhere