Belle of the Ball

Do you truly deserve it?
Did inheritance reserve it?
That vanity mirror, that mirror
On your wall

You never fully see me
No chance you hear me
Yeah, you’re the fairest
The fairest of them all

So after all
You’re the bell of the ball
The queen of that Nothing
That Nothing at all.
I’d do anything
Not to dream that dream
The one where you fold
Just before I can call
You’re the belle of the ball

I used to think I knew you
Yeah, babe, the real you
The salt of the earth
Plus the faults of your youth

So after all
You’re the bell of the ball
The queen of that Nothing
That Nothing at all
I’d do anything
Not to dream that dream
The one where you fold
Just before I can call
You’re the belle of the ball

I’d rather stiff your kiss
Than touch your fingertips
The former I hold my grip
The latter, I slip
I gather you have faith
Around your daddy’s waist
I’m just the Sin, sworn in
For your sake

For your sake,
You forsake

So after all
You’re the bell of the ball
The queen of that Nothing
That Nothing at all.
I’d do anything
Not to dream that dream
The one where you fold
Just before I can call
You’re the belle of the ball