Beautiful girls, look like you’re walking on clouds.
I bet you’re dancing with airplanes, and you never come down.
You beautiful girls that smile with your eyes,
you will never have to make one compromise.
Beautiful girls, with your scent like a drug,
and your long flowing hairdos, and your skirts are so snug.
You beautiful girls got pricked by a corsage,
and everyone wants you, but they want the mirage.
Oh you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girls.
Every time I try to catch your eye you’re always
looking away, lost in your pain.
The moon says, take it slowly and breathe.
Beautiful girls, could you lift out this curse
and summon a new spell to love yourself first?
You beautiful girls, near and far,
can you comprehend how beautiful you are?