We're the first
that only a mother could love
You never really stood a chance
Wife and fortune go hand in love
You didn't read a second glance
So you grew up lonely
and you grew up scared
In a world that makes no sense
And you took the blows
for you were not prepared
In the arts of self -defence
So happy birthday Josephine
So many candles on your cake
You can't remember sweet sixteen
Your life is a big mistake
It's enough to make a dead man moan
It can make a willow weep
But when everything is said and done
True beauty's not skin deep
Suddenly, the mist begins to clear
Right in the middle of a crowded street
You find yourself in tears
If dreams survived and delights all day
If wishes could come true
Then a wind of change might
blow your way,
bringing only the best for you
But we can only play the
cards we hold,
when you are dealt a losing hand
Cos if pretty girls do
what they're told,
they will always be in dead man
So happy birthday Josephine,
so many candles on your cake
You can't remember sweet sixteen,
your life is a big mistake
It's enough to make a dead man bold,
it can make a willow weak
But when everything
is said and done,
true beauty's not skin deep
True beauty's not skindy
True beauty's not skindy