He said I was beautiful
But beauty lies inside beyond my appearance
And you didn't bother to know me
I don't even know myself
you said Eros and Psyche would get jealous
jealous, as they see us together
But your eyes are green, so your heart is cold,
I should have known that
In another life I'm reading good poetry
as I lie between your thighs
You're playing your guitar and
I'm playing my blues
