The Beauty Club

The nations of the world unite at Sephora tonight
The Champs Elysees sets the stage
The pretty boys, the glamorous girls
Everybody wants a new lipstick shade
The international chic and the bourgeoisie

We sing with one voice our silent prayer
If you are beautiful, you are never lonely
If you are beautiful, you can hold me
If you are beautiful, you will never die
If you are beautiful, you will never cry

Practiced in the art of illusion
Slight of hand brings a fusion of sight and sound
Feels like solid ground
The beauty club takes a secret oath
Never say die, live forever inside these walls
Pulled up tight, eyelids bright, wrinkle-free

Back in the garden naked was gold
Never got cold, never got old, never needed a jacket or a new dress to hack it
No shame, no guilt, and no need for admission
Just beautiful days with sunlight drenching down our skin
Never told a lie, never needed to hide
Those were the days before we were slaves

We sing with one voice our silent prayer
If you are beautiful, you are never lonely
If you are beautiful, you can hold me
If you are beautiful, you will never die
If you are beautiful, you will never cry

So here we are under artificial light searching for the lost Eden
Me, the old guard, and the new bohemian
Even though I know it’s just smoke and mirrors
Oz is just an average guy behind velvet ropes and drawn curtains
I buy the quest hook line and sinker
Study the pages, find out what the rage is
Got to have it, grab it
When I look in the mirror I see the slave is me, in modern chains… so fashionably…………..

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