In the chorus this morning I heard a carrion sing He was flat and outrageous Sounded like he needed a drink Lying there I realized what the problem had been I wasn't pretty enough for you, was I? I suppose self-respect kept the answer hidden so long Strange that my mind should be changed today By the carrion's song When his solo was over The chorus didn't go on It wasn't pretty enough for them like I wasn't pretty enough for you was I? It wasn't pretty enough for them like I wasn't pretty enough you was I? Was I?