Beauty you’re without mercy Can’t be bought or kept like a pretty thing You don’t have to be pretty anymore See what comes to the fore I’ve been shedding a skin Bearing the mark of our relation In the Spring we’re all shiny and new again You don’t have to be pretty anymore That’s just what you been told You’re good for All I know is it gets old It gets old It gets old Without hint or warning The naked lady lilies Emerge one morning In the dry heat Just as everything’s dying It never gets old