Clark
So she said I was gracious and gallant
As she lowered the fatal mallet
There lays her hidden talent, softening the blow.
With the jangling of the bracelet upon her wrist
She sat down to pen her alphabetical list
Of every pathetic reason why I exist so I laid low.
Now she's a terrible beauty, I'm terribly stoned.
Upon receiving her parting birthday card
I checked myself into the ward
While she left to accept her awards and her kudos and her accolades.
Forfeiting my invitation I did not receive
With the potential of being asked to leave
I ignored the card up my sleeve and I missed her parade.
Now she's a terrible beauty, I'm terribly afraid.
She said it's easy to speak well of the dead
So I have nothing but good words for her inside this shell.
The miles I made for my appearance
In the end didn't make any difference
I was looked upon as interference as sure as I'm alone standing here.
I know I could have been her Hercules
But I just couldn't get up off these knees
Stuck in this pattern it would seem in the museum of her.
Now she's a terrible beauty, I'm terribly scarred
Yes, she's a terrible beauty, I'm terribly inferior
According to her, according to her
My terrible beauty.