Wuthering Heights - Beautifool

You were born from beauty

You'll find a beautiful mate

To breed more beautiful faces

While I shall die in no one's arms

And vanish without any traces



Your fair feet will walk on water

I may swim and drown

The only weight you'll have to carry

Is the winner's crown

('cause you're beautifool)

I can't trust your pretty face

I hate the pity in your eyes

You know you'll always win the race

No matter how hard I try

('cause your beautifool)



But in the dark

Where your beauty won't light your way

Know this to be true:

There I'm stronger than you