Her beauty was not her fault,
And it was not her only advantage...
So when you sleep, do not dream
The dreams, they weigh you down
When you carry them along with you
They will wrack your lovely body,
Report back to your soul
With all the sickening sweets of the afternoon
As we lose the last of innocence -
Like some romantic notion
Buried by the fashion of disdain
You can make the world your apple
But take a bite before it sours
Or you can make the world your charm or your chain
- selected lyrics from Is This All? by Jonatha Brooke
Watch Jonatha perform this song live. (YouTube link)
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