[Intro]
    

[Verse 1]
              
She’s got the 

            
eyes of a snak

              
e, loaded dice

              
, raising stak

           
es from a cash

 cow
        
I’ll be her bu

rn victim, hyp

othermic, so d

amn hot
            
Come to smilin

              
g like I black

            
ed out in Glas

gow
            
I woke up in t

              
he name that I

              
 wore last nig

            
ht to the soun

              
d of an empty 


bed
            
And it’s ringi

              
ng in my ears 

              
just like swee

  
t nothings fro

m the voices i

n my head!

[Chorus]
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
            
Oh lord! Don’t

              
 ask me what I

         
 mean
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
            
Oh lord!

              

         

[Verse 2]
              
She’s got the 

            
touch of an an

              
esthesiologist

              
 – please put 

  
me under
      
Because I trem

ble with the n

otion that the

re’s something

 unsaid
            
But numb my he

              
ad I’ll mumble

           
 reticently I 

wonder how
            
I woke up in t

              
he middle of m

              
y surgery and 

            
I watched them

          
 botch my hear

t
         
Only the secon

d worst thing 

that I could h

ave thought is

 that
     
This won’t hav

e to end if it

 doesn’t start

!

[Chorus]
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
            
Oh lord! Don’t

              
 ask me what I

         
 mean
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
            
Oh lord!

              

         

[C-Part]
            
I’ll never kno

              
w, I’ll never 

              
know, I’ll nev

              
er know, I’ll 

              
never know wha

               
t it’s like
            
What it’s like

                    
 to love you!
            
I’ll never kno

              
w, I’ll never 

              
know, I’ll nev

              
er know, I’ll 

              
never know wha

               
t it’s like
            
What it’s like

                    
 to love you!

[Piano Solo]
   
     
   
     

[Outro]
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
            
Oh lord! Heart

              
 bluer than my

         
 balls!
            
Where do you g

              
et off being s

          
o goddamn beau

tiful?
   
Oh lord!
              
Just say that 

        
it’s on me!