Anna Waronker Beautiful
Beautiful, don't you think you'll rest your weary head
And beautiful, don't you think it's okay to play dead
For a while
You're a sight for sore eyes
You're a sight for sore eyes to me
Beautiful, come and ease your aching heart to me
And beautiful, do you think you'll ever get some sleep?
You're a sight for sore eyes
You're a sight for sore eyes
You're a sight for sore eyes to me, to me
Beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
