Beautiful World

Some of us spend hours

In front of a Friday night mirror

Trying to understand the kinda world

where the beautiful prosper

Slicking up the kinda hair

That the magazine's say's a lost cause

Picking out the kinda girl in your mind

To go walking with you

Yesterday I met a girl

She made Marilyn Monroe look like . . . me

All she had to do was walk in the room

And my problems were starting

Then she'd at me and she'd smile

And I feel feel such a pain in my heart

Wanting her to come and whisper to me

"You're the man of my dreams"

Beautiful world, beautiful world

Sending me dreams, touching my hair

Making me cry . . . So I feel alive

Beautiful world, why do I hide?

I dunno why

I should spend so much time feeling so bad

I got everything a sinner could hope to get

this side of Eden

Maybe some day I'll wake up

And I'll do what I should

Write a song to make Heaven and Earth

Go waltzing in time