Heads that turn won't stay put 
Beauty unto it's own 
Stumbled dance, a gunshot foot 
Beauty unto it's own 
Loose neck grip is tightly fit 
Beauty unto it's own 
Pistol poor and pistol whipped 
Beauty unto it's own 
I'm a big boy, 
I'm a big star 
What's a decoy, what's a guitar 
Chewing gum, sucking thumb 
Beauty unto it's own 
Left bank highs an eastside run 
Beauty unto it's own 
I'm a big boy, 
I'm a big star 
Oh to destroy what's done so far 
I'd cry for you if you would too 
Beauty unto it's own 
Sad is bad when sad is good