It is my saving grace   I bow to no one   Even on dismal days   I never make haste   To judge the brain by its 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       We decline   A toast for temptation   My eyes are often gripped by the beauty of beautiful bodies   The flesh is just the first choice for falsified fools      Sometimes you have just got to lose to win   Yesterday's frog will be tomorrow's prince   Sometimes you have just 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 evey flower withers and dies   And everyone is equal in time      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 eveyone is equal in time       We decline   Wither and die