Rives - Gorgeous lyrics

The day they make me gorgeous The day they make me GORGEOUS I'd like to just hang around Like a ceiling fan mounted upside down I'll only have three settings And all of them will seem to s** air out of the room Like Gorgeous Gorgeouser Gorgeousest *Gasp* Look at me! No, look at me, why don't you? Gorgeous is the antidote to eyesore Gorgeous is an extra special helping of appropriate For all I know, gorgeous is six bars on your cell phone Always And they seem to show up like exclamation points OR There is a gorgeous thesaurus somewhere Where the synonyms are suitable for framing The h*monyms all rhyme with “UHH, AHH!” And the word “clandestine” doesn't even have a definition Gorgeous is a pristine sentence in the present tense Gorgeous is the very edge of the bell curve The hunchback on the other edge clangs the bell curve's clacker against And that hallow little GONGGGGGGG… The day they make me gorgeous That'll be my theme song ‘Cause I shot the crapshoot And Just what is the math behind aesthetics, anyway? Because me plus charismatic For example Does not equal gorgeous And I should know I shave me And I scribble Stunning is only skin deep On that little scrap of toilet paper I tend to tear away The days my blemished face My blemished face Has bled enough But the day they make me gorgeous If they just begin with the skin I swear I'll take care of the deep stuff Gorgeous does not put the “ow!” in shallow People put the “ow!” in shallow Gorgeous is like a new pair of shoes Slung over a power line On a summer day Where the asphalt is hot You're barefoot And the ice cream truck is invisible Except Instead of new shoes It's a pair of angels Handcuffed together And instead of a power line It's a tight rope in a circus And even the clowns below With their big, round, impotent net They stare up thinking Oh that is really something to look at Gorgeous is its own reward Gorgeous doesn't have a weatherman Gorgeous is never, ever “…what was your name again?” And I know you know what I mean It's either Halloween Or it's not Halloween You either pretty much look the way you always do Or you don't And the day they make me gorgeous I won't I'll be first place county fair kind of rare I'll eat dressing room mirrors for breakfast I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be Like the edge of an egg Fragile Hard Impossible Flawless Because maybe gorgeous is a little bit like me after all Except Instead of a little bit It's exactly like me And instead of me I'm gorgeous