The Curse of Great Beauty - Clem Snide

Your tooth ache, an ivory tower

So let down your long perfect legs

I’ll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue

And rub ambisol into your hair

'Cause those paper cuts kept you from writing

A poem, so epic and true

About how you are cursed with a beauty so great

I’m sure that it’s hard being you

So put down that book, it’s too serious

I’ll undress you as I make a joke

But please try not to laugh as I swim in your flesh

Just hold your breath 'til I finish

So explain it again to me slowly

About the physical world you transcend

I’ll just watch your lips and your perfect white teeth

And the cigarette that doesn’t belong there

And the cigarette that doesn’t belong there