there once lived a beast and beauty,
painter of paints, she was a cutie,
the canvas was hers, passion was found
and the rain came down,
the rain came down
there once lived the beast and beauty,
in a forest of trees where the fruit was so fruity
picked one and ate to feed his doubt
so she put him out, she put him out
oh no, my low and lonely friend
how slow are we gonna take this bend,
it's a long road with a cold and stony end,
where do you go to pretend?
there once lived a beast and beauty,
painter of paints, and she was a cutie,
she left him before the moon was full,
because she knew his fault,
she knew his fault
she knew his fault,
she knew his fault
oh no, my low and lonely friend
how slow are we gonna take this bend,
it's a long road with a cold and stony end,
where do you go to pretend?
oh no, my low and lonely friend
how slow are we gonna take this bend,
it's a long road with a cold and stony end,
where do you go to pretend?