Wuthering Heights - Beautifool lyrics

Haute couture tin soldiers All from the same mould Ragdoll queens with perfect seams But your eyes are cold O, your eyes are cold A fair form with no substance at all If not "pushed up" you would instantly fall A stranger tale I know not than you If not "made up" no one would believe in you The preachers of perfection Tell us to be like (before it's too late) But they can't see the light within us Trough their designer shades The peasant will do as his queen will bid Unconsciously hoping to wake up in her bed Pretends not to see the disgust in her eyes That it's all in his head The preachers of perfection Tell us to be like you (before it's too late) But I'll never be you And it makes you so easy to hate Your fair feet will walk on water I may swim and drown The only weight you'll have to carry Is the winner's crown ('cause you're beautiful) I can't trust your pretty face I hate the pity in your eyes You know you'll always win the race No matter how hard I try ('cause your beautiful) I can see how through life you play Who would do you harm But in the dark Where your beauty won't light your way Know this to be true: There I'm stronger than you You have the "right" of beauty To do with the world as you like Behold the well fed one At our hunger strike You were born from beauty You'll find a beautiful mate To breed more beautiful faces While I shall die in no one's arms And vanish without any traces Your fair feet will walk on water I may swim and drown The only weight you'll have to carry Is the winner's crown ('cause you're beautiful) I can't trust your pretty face I hate the pity in your eyes You know you'll always win the race No matter how hard I try ('cause your beautiful) But in the dark Where your beauty won't light your way Know this to be true: There I'm stronger than you