I may be trimmed on the outside
but the inside is full of lard
I may have a pretty face
but believe me I’m jaded and hard
I hold a lot inside
and swallow it down every night in drink
I cover up and I hide
most of the things that I think
and all this time gone by
hasn’t changed a blessed thing
I’ve added to my repertoire
stealing among other things
to cover up the pain
and what have I gained
I’ve only lost myself in the transaction
Despite I do what I love –
I never have satisfaction