Pretty Boy



He was such a pretty baby
At ten years old a cute young thing
Now he's eighteen, slim and gorgeous
Waits to see what life will bring

He knows how to take a compliment
Blushing as their hearts race faster
He hasn't got that much to say
But he's learned that doesn't matter

Needs no personality
All he has to do is smile
He's asked by using soft brown eyes
Ever since he was a child

Gets a lot of vacant stares
No one ever listens to him
Stand there blinded by his beauty
He's never had a conversation

If he wants to bed a girl
He just has to stand like this
No thought for the aftermath
And no one to share secrets with

Wasn't born with any talents
Never needed any skills
Wows them at the interviews
He knows he's got looks that kill

Men and women kneel before him
As he climbs the money charts
Working for his next promotion
Stepping over broken hearts

Gives his castaways to friends
They mix respect with jealousy
They can't beat him so they join him
Hoping they reflect his glory

Now he's thirty-five and fading
Still gorgeous, but much lower down
A new adonis is now rising
A child has come to claim the crown

But he still can't talk to people
Still no personality
The power of his smile is gone
And pretty boy gets no pity.



When he was a baby everyone thought he was gorgeous
When he was ten everyone said he was cute
Now he's nineteen and they all say he's pretty
He knows how to take a compliment
He blushes, making hearts race faster
He hasn't got that much to say
But he's learned that doesn't matter
He never developed a personality
All he needs to do is smile
He doesn't know how to talk to people
Because no one's ever listened to him
He gets lots of vacant stares from people blinded by his face
He can bed a girl if he stands like this
But he doesn't have anyone to share secrets with
He doesn't have any talents, and he's never developed any skills
But he'll get the job anyway, he's perfected looks that kill
From guys he gets grudging respect, mixed with lots of jealousy
He gives his castaways to friends
A career path that is meteoric, he does well with the management
All the girls and lots of guys respond
If he flashes that smile and wiggles that ass
Now's he's 35 and fading
Still gorgeous, but he's heard lower down
They've found a new boy, he's so pretty
A child who came and stole his crown
But he still can't talk to people
Still has no personality
Stuck in a doldrums, no hope of escape
The pretty boy gets no pity