'cause you're beautiful (like no other) 
'cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight) 
Beautiful .... beautiful 
And it's no good waiting by the window 
it's no good waiting for the sun 
please believe me, the things you dream of 
they don't fall in the laps of no-one 
And it's no good . . . waiting, waiting 
and it's no good . . . waiting 
You've got to go to the city 
Always the same 
always the same dreams yeah yeah 
always the same (yes you're movin' up) 
Well you've got to think of something 
'cause your job pays you nothing 
but you've got the things god gave you 
so the music may yet be your saviour 
Got to be a way, some way 
got to be some way to make your way to the light (all the girls say) 
got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonight 
And it's always the same . . . 
always the same dreams yeah yeah 
always the same (yes you're movin' up) 
You're beautiful, you are, and you know it 
you're wasted here, you're a star 
in this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it 
Sometimes it brings you down 
sometimes it eats you up 
sometimes you think that your head's going to blow 
it doesn't get better . . . 
Don't you know, you've got to go to the city 
you've got to reach the other side of the glass 
i think you'll make it in the city baby 
i think you know that you are more than just 
some fucked up piece of ass 
Got to be a way, some way 
got to be some way to make your way to the light (all the boys say) 
got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, 
they'll see you tonight 
And it's always the same 
a lways the same 
always the same dreams yeah yeah 
always the same (yes you're movin' up) 
Cause you're beautiful (like no other) 
cause you're beautiful (take me, make me) 
cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight) 
Beautiful .... beautiful 
And it's no good waiting by the window 
it's no good waiting for the sun 
please believe me, the things you dream of 
they don't fall in the laps of no-one 
And it's no good . . . waiting, waiting 
and it's no good . . . waiting 
You've got to go to the city 
you've got to go to the city, 
they're going to find you there 
'cause you're beautiful 
'cause you're beautiful 
Sometimes it brings you down 
sometimes it eats you up 
sometimes you think that your head's going to blow and 
it doesn't get better . . . 
Don't you know, you've got to go to the city 
you've got to reach the other side of the glass 
i think you'll make it in the city baby 
i think you know that you are more than just 
some fucked up piece of ass 
More than just ... 
Sid you've got to think of something 
'cause your job pays you nothing 
but you've got the things god gave you 
so the music may yet be your saviour 
Do you want a saviour, saviour 
say that you do, 
you know you're wasted here, wasted here 
and there ain't no miracles happening any time soon ...