and so the story goes
the plainest girl you know is not the fantasy
with happy, starry eyes she takes them by surprise
and oh, they’re so, so pleased
where blame is here and there
your guilt is everywhere
you wait for one mistake
the ever gentle man will tear her down again
and you’ll be there to praise
the lovely ones
all come undone
the very thing you hate will have you giving thanks
suspend your own belief
until you can’t afford another closing door
regret and jealousy
the lovely ones
all come undone