In the chorus this morning
I heard a carrion sing
He was flat and outrageous
Sounded like he needed a drink
Lying there I realized what the problem had been
I wasn't pretty enough for you, was I?

I suppose self-respect kept the answer hidden so long
Strange that my mind should be changed today
By the carrion's song
When his solo was over
The chorus didn't go on
It wasn't pretty enough for them like
I wasn't pretty enough for you was I?
It wasn't pretty enough for them like
I wasn't pretty enough you was I?
Was I?