In her sleeping years deeply slung within a hammock made of skin She opened her caverns to the hunger of the lost and their kin They fed on her vanity and soon they both became content Men cut holes in her body but she was so confident With your eyes and sorcery come beauty number 3 Can't you see the tragedy as your dream begins to leave While a traveller began to gore upon her she looked deep into the ground And momentary floods of thought unstyled and mystified rained down On to her pretty head and she began to feel afraid And when she woke she found her beauty had decayed And no one goes close to her den they wait for the moment when She is dreaming of her men in case she accuses them She mourns the existence of time Though she's empty all she feels is tense And so she pa**es her time Dreaming for the strength of children With your beauty you deceived come simple no. 3 Can't you see the tragedy as you lose your only dream I loved you for yourself I never needed anything else Oh beauty no. 3 She could be anything you wanted her to be (x3) Beautiful blank, beauty no. 3