Heads that turn won't stay put Beauty unto its own Stumbled dance, a gunshot foot Beauty unto its own Loose neck grip is tightly fit Beauty unto its own Pistol poor and pistol whipped Beauty unto its own I'm a big boy, I'm a big star What's a decoy, what's a guitar Chewing gum, sucking thumb Beauty unto its own Left bank highs an eastside run Beauty unto its own I'm a big boy, I'm a big star Oh to destroy what's done so far I'd cry for you if you would too Beauty unto its own Sad is bad when sad is good