Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast.*

A tale told so long ago
Different names, same old tune
Of the Beauty and the Beast

The Beauty so grand high up on her pedestal
The bad boy Beast with a mean reputation
drawn together by some mystical force.

The Beauty so proper so poise
the Beast rough and tumble
Falling in and out of love

The Beast does something
the Beauty runs for the hills
The Beast goes to claim her back

Same old tune
its getting a little old
When will that Beauty learn?

Maybe that Beast is nothing more then a Beast
Never going to change his ways so why try?
Why does she always have Beauty but never brains?