Story Behind The Song

Imagination!

Song Description

A woman trying had to keep up appearances and perhaps failing! She wants to be like an A lister and works hard to achieve it.

Lyrics

I SUFFER TO BE BEAUTIFUL

I jump in the bath to wash my troubles away.
Pin up my hair and put my face in
clay.
Exercise to be an A-lister
All that shapes up is a dirty big blister
I jog till I'm hot and sore
Then I collapse in a heap on the floor.
Mum you know it's a sin
That you never made me thin
How I suffer to be beautiful

My fella said that he'd pick me up at eight.
But he knows darned well that I will be late.
I powder and I shade my Roman nose
I swear that overnight somehow it grows!
Eyes hide away in their bags
The dimple in my chin gives up and sags.
Boobies will not come out
When my belly hangs out
How I suffer to be beautiful

Chorus
With a tuck and a nip and a collagen lip
I'll consider some silicone too.
I will be the talk of the Cat-Walk
When I come crashing through.
Beautiful . . . . .Beautiful . . . . . I still think I am.
And I'll try till my dying day, To make this mutton . . . Lamb!!

I sit at the table so refined
I'm treated well when wined and dined.
Here comes the waiter to make a splash
In my soup for a false eyelash.
I just wink my other eye.
Tell him it's a veg floating by.
When someone calls me pet,
I make the most of what I get!
Cause I suffer to be beautiful


How I suffer, suffer, suffer to be beautiful
How I suffer, suffer, suffer to be beautiful

Colleen Cornes © 2007