Текст песни
What makes you think love's so sweet
Behind this ugly face?
What makes you think that beauty lies
Behind this muddy pair of eyes
To blind you with a glance?
For I have been too long atone
To be a prince for you
I pity you as you do me
You're frightened by your sympathy
Afraid that I'll respond
A woman on the subway said she loved me for my face
They locked her up inside her head to make her understand
They said, "It was her ugliness she loved, not mine"
I've been too ugly for too long
I'm not about to bloom
I see the world as it sees me
And if you try to weep for me
You do it for yourself
For I have been too long atone
To be a prince for you
I pity you as you do me
You're frightened by your sympathy
Afraid that I'll respond