You tell me what a pretty name I have
but oh you know nothing
of me and my ugly face

Grew up in the projects
though i never finished mine
and that's that

A lovely name, a lonely hope for the future
Does is soften my calloused hands?
I know nothing of beauty

Was always in the way
and into to way
cruelty burned away the stains of naïve youth

But oh maybe we're cut from the same cloth
And we cut it so short
To be wanted for awhile

A hard labour, it pains us
'till we get to say
"What a pretty name you have"