Material

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.