Beaut

Beaut - Brooke Waggoner

Written by：Brooke Waggoner

I caught a glimpse of the moon

A glowin' and a gleamin in your eye

Yes it shined like the moon

In the middle of the river

On the palest of nights

And a pack of sirens

In the field to your left

Caught your eyes and you were wise

And moved on

Yeh their looks all in your face

It was a mangled motley clutter

And you uttered things

And moved and traveled on

Yes you uttered things

And moved and traveled on

I don't go strong

I don't go strong honey I

I don't move far

I don't move far honey I

I don't go strong

I don't go strong honey I

I don't move far

I don't move far honey I I I

And a pack of sirens

In the field to your left

Caught your eyes

And you were wise and moved on

Yeh their looks all in your face

It was a mangled motley clutter

And you uttered things

And moved and traveled on

Yes you uttered things

And moved and traveled on