Beauty and Bore are having a good time
They split all the fun, it's good for the both of them
And when they get high, too much of a good time
They sit on the stairs
Holdin' hands and holdin' hearts
Holdin' hands and holdin' hearts
This hard line, is stretching time across your life
So, why fight?
This soft wind, will make you float above these things
So, why fight?
What you gonna say?
What you gonna say?
What you gonna say?
Holdin' hands and holdin' hearts
Holdin' hands and holdin' hearts
Beauty and Bore are having a good time
They split all the fun, it's good for the both of them
The strange old place, is where they get their work done, yeah
It's hard to face, but they make you feel it, yeah
Make you feel it, make you feel it
Make you feel it, make you feel it
Make you feel it