The beautiful are laughing
One finds them in the park
wandering by the roses
often after dark

Beauty has laid siege to the city
one sees it everywhere
in the stubbornness of spinsters
or a toss of flaming hair

The senses are often overwhelmed
by the scent of love in the air
and the moment
when beauty
does its duty
and deigns to catch your stare

The beautiful are fearless
One finds them late at night
Wandering way past their bedtimes
with wide eyes strangely bright

Beauty has laid siege to the city
In Knightsbridge they’re all of a flutter
Hearts are beating a little too fast
With nostalgia for the gutter

Innocence and beauty are friends
walking hand in hand
The boys that dive from Chelsea Pier
live in a promised land

The beautiful are happy
One sees them everywhere
Floating down Piccadilly
Their scent is in the air

Beauty has laid siege to the city
The ugly are fighting back
passing laws
enforced by bores
Beauty is under attack

The beautiful are dancing
In dark rooms to the east
Emerging from the ruins
Their numbers have increased

Beauty has laid siege to the city
An army of lovers invades
The young and pretty
are showing no pity
in gorgeous escapades

Beauty has laid siege to the city
Some say it isn’t worth tuppence
It may
be supposed
that those who oppose it
will one day get their comeuppance

The beautiful are laughing
One finds them in the park
Wandering by the roses
Often after dark