BODY BEAUTIFUL

She told 'em what she wanted
To be someone new
Never blue
They couldn't understand how
She'd tapped the furious cold
That lurks in every mortal soul.

They were asking me:
"Is she beautiful?"
Well, she's beautiful
They were asking me:
"Is she beautiful?"
Well, of course she's beautiful.

So do you see your future
As a furious scar
Etched in stars?
Or can it still be moulded
By a surgeon's knife
Into the shape of a perfect life?

'Cos you'll be asking me:
"Am I beautiful?"
Well, you're beautiful
You'll be asking me:
"Am I beautiful?"
Well, of course you're beautiful.