Survival of the Prettiest Songtext
von The Crocketts

And it′s my saving grace
I bow to no one
Even on dismal days
I never make haste
To judge the plain by its face
Roll me over
And kiss my mouth
I'll tell you what I was dreaming about

Sometimes you have just got to lose to win
Yesterday′s frog will be tomorrow's prince

Survival of the prettiest
Give a warm welcome to truth
It's not what′s inside you, it′s the
Survival of the prettiest
But every flower withers and dies
And everyone is equal in time


We decline
A toast for temptation
My eyes are often gripped
By the beauty of beautiful bodies
The flesh is just the first choice for falsified fools

Sometimes you have just got to lose to win
Yesterday's frog will be tomorrow′s prince

Sometimes you have just got to lose to win
Yesterday's frog will be tomorrow′s prince

Survival of the prettiest
Give a warm welcome to truth
It's not what′s inside you, it's the
Survival of the prettiest
But every flower withers and dies
And everyone is equal in time

Survival of the prettiest
Give a warm welcome to truth
It's not what′s inside you, it′s the
Survival of the prettiest
But every flower withers and dies
And everyone is equal in time

We decline
Wither and die