The nations of the world unite at Sephora tonight The Champs Elysees sets the stage The pretty boys, the glamorous girls Everybody wants a new lipstick shade The international chic and the bourgeoisie
We sing with one voice our silent prayer
If you are beautiful, you are never lonely If you are beautiful, you can hold me If you are beautiful, you will never die If you are beautiful, you will never cry
Practiced in the art of illusion Sleight of hand brings a fusion of sight and sound Feels like solid ground The beauty club takes a secret oath Never say die, live forever inside these walls Pulled uptight, eyelids bright, wrinkle-free
Back in the garden naked was gold Never got cold, never got old, never needed a jacket or a new dress to hack it No shame, no guilt, and no need for admission Just beautiful days with sunlight drenching down our skin Never told a lie, never needed to hide Those were the days before we were slaves
We sing with one voice our silent prayer If you are beautiful, you are never lonely If you are beautiful, you can hold me If you are beautiful, you will never die If you are beautiful, you will never cry
So here we are under artificial light searching for the lost Eden Me, the old guard, and the new bohemian Even though I know it’s just smoke and mirrors Oz is just an average guy behind velvet ropes and drawn curtains I buy the quest hook line and sinker Study the pages, find out what the rage is
Got to have it, grab it When I look in the mirror I see the slave is me, in modern chains
so fashionably
