ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s at times such as this sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be tempted to spit
If she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so ladylike
She imagines how she might have lived
Back when legends and history collide
So she looks to her prince finding heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s so charmingly
Slumped at her side
Those days are recalled on the gallery wall
And sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s waiting for passion or humour to strike
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky...
Unfortunately, we are not licensed to display the full lyrics for this song at the moment due to a DMCA takedown request.