You put on your makeup
and your plastic face,
Your big wide smile
And your social grace,
You gaze out at
your penthouse view,
You're designer ready,
it's all 'bout you.
As you don your
full length mink
You look in the mirror
And you think,
I'm a beauty! What a ***!
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

Downstairs waits your limousine,
Goin' to Tavern on the Green
To meet your hubby,
keep him tight,
You meet your boy toy
Late tonight.
You order dinner,
Such style! Such class!
Only the best wine for your glass.
Your friends all love you
You hobnob,
Don't you know
beauty is an inside job?

You exit the restaurant
to go to a show,
Hottest ticket
Don't you know.
Your hubby smiles
cuz you're on his arm
You're the classiest dame in town!

A homeless woman
Asks for a dime
You say get a watch
to determine the time!
You give to charity
Such a snob
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

The beggar women begs again
Your rich hubby starts to grin
gave at the office
He starts to laugh
You cut her off
As she tries to pass.
Get a job is what you say
She won't eat at all today.
She won't see a Broadway show
Heck! She has no place to go!
You smile smugly. You hear her sob.
Don't you know beauty
Is an inside job?

The beggar dies out in the cold.
You're laid out in a coffin of gold.
She's comforted while you're bereft,
She goes to the right. You go to the left.
There is no regarding persons with God
Because to him *BEAUTY IS AN INSIDE JOB.