GrooveLily

Copyright © 2006 by Milburn & Vigoda

BEAUTY
If I sleep a hundred years
And the whole damn palace disappears
Then you won’t be here to make me obey

I can take care of myself
I don’t need your protection, don’t want your help
But you don’t care what I want anyway

If I could run away forever
And lose you altogether
It’d be a hundred times better
A hundred times better than now
Bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on

All the lovely gifts I got
The beauty the grace hey thanks a lot
Tell me where the hell can they be returned

Thank you for the padded walls
The watchful eyes, the forbidden halls
And the lifelong lessons I’ve never learned

You want to wrap me up in cotton
How ‘bout a coffin I could rot in
It’d be a hundred times better
A hundred times better than now

Bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on

You’ve given me life but you won’t let me live it
So why shouldn’t I seek out the curse?
I think an adventure would be exquisite
It certainly couldn’t be any worse
I want to feel something
Get my heart pumping
Find me a pin and
Break through my skin and
I’ll open every door in fairy land
Till I find a stupid spindle to prick my hand

Bring it on

When you have to live without me
And the world forgets about me
It’ll be a hundred times better
A hundred times better than now

Bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on