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.