Beauty you’re without mercy
Can’t be bought or kept like a pretty thing
You don’t have to be pretty anymore
See what comes to the fore

I’ve been shedding a skin
Bearing the mark of our relation
In the Spring we’re all shiny and new again
You don’t have to be pretty anymore

That’s just what you been told
You’re good for
All I know is it gets old
It gets old
It gets old

Without hint or warning
The naked lady lilies
Emerge one morning
In the dry heat
Just as everything’s dying
It never gets old