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