Beauty - Paddy Gibney

I saw her face on a late night TV screen
I saw her face on the cover of a magazine
My destination, my thought's unclean
She must have been some kind of beauty queen

That kind of beauty
That kind of beauty makes me sad
That kind of beauty
That kind of beauty makes me bad
I close my eyes and drift into fantasy
Till she is lying right there next to me
So suddenly real, I see her vanity
She's not the girl I thought she'd be

That kind of beauty
Her kind of beauty makes me sad
That kind of beauty
I realize drives me mad. Yeah

Rock n Roll it stole my soul
When I realized that music sets me free
Oh how it sets me free
Where my reality is fantasy
Pain don't mean that much to me
Because beauty, that beauty
Tears the heart from me

My little problem makes life so tough
Too many people have called my bluff
Pretty soon I'll run out of luck
I'm off home to you my love
I've had enough

That kind of beauty, your kind of beauty
Makes me sad
That kind of beauty, I realize
I've often had, and it drives me mad
Makes me sad, oh so bad
Now I'm bad