Lyrics

Oh you poor thing
They're looking at you
Like you're on display
In some angel zoo

I'm afraid of breaking something
As delicate as you
You know you had it coming
Do you think a compliment's in order?

You're beautiful
The way you were

The windows were fogged
You scribbled our names
I know that they're gone
But I check anyway
And I'm the poor thing
That's misunderstood
I try to be great
I'm not particularly good

It makes it better
Does it make it better?
I can make it better
Can I make it better?

You're beautiful
The way you were
The way you are