Ticket - LUXURIA

Brutal bimbo beauty

Nonsensically sublime

This hammy Armageddon

Turns out to be yours and mine

Your face is just the ticket to everything

I ever wanted to see

Your face is just the ticket to everything

I was ever required to be

Sweet subtle nothing

Flower of my will

Your physical beauty

Is making me physically ill

I turn up again

Fantastically resplendent

They pack them in to the hilt

Funny thing is

The theatre hasn’t even been built

I was up to absolute beauty

Playing it by my own book

Where there’s no justice

In matters of beauty

It’s stupid to even look

But I held on to my ticket

I’d sit in front of it and stare

Have pity on me

I’ve still got it somewhere