The Crocketts - Survival of the Prettiest lyrics

It is my saving grace I bow to no one Even on dismal days I never make haste To judge a brain By it's 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 Ww decline, wither and die A toast for temptation My eyes are often gripped by The beauty of beautiful bodies But the flesh is just The first choice for falsified fools