It’s not my fault. This is my curse.
Sometimes poor company can have a greater worth
and I’d like to know your worth.
I am all alone.
Oh, I’m all alone, with my beautiful things.
It can be cruel – unkind at best – but, sometimes, poor company is not so poorly dressed.
I’d like to see your best. I am all alone.
Oh, I’m all alone with my beautiful things.
I can’t resist.
Sometimes nothing is too alluring
To ruin it with a presence.
I can’t resist.
Sometimes nothing is too alluring
To ruin it with a beating heart.
I am all alone.
Oh, I’m alone with my beautiful things.
I am all alone.
Yes, I’m all alone
So fill the floor with beautiful things.
My beauty, are you all alone?
You won’t go home alone or with me,
every night, I must bring new beautiful things.