there once lived a beast... and beauty,npainter of paints, she was a cutie,nthe canvas was hers, passion was found...nand the rain came down,nthe rain came down...nnthere once lived the beast... and beauty,nin a forest of trees where the fruit was so fruity...npicked one and ate to feed his doubtnso she put him out, she put him out...nnoh no, my low and lonely friendnhow slow are we gonna take this bend,nit's a long road with a cold and stony end,nwhere do you go to pretend?nnthere once lived a beast and beauty,npainter of paints, and she was a cutie,nshe left him before the moon was full,nbecause she knew his pull, she knew his pull...nshe knew his pull, she knew his pull...nnoh no, my low and lonely friendnhow slow are we gonna take this bend,nit's a long road with a cold and stony end,nwhere do you go to pretend?nnoh no, my low and lonely friendnhow slow are we gonna take this bend,nit's a long road with a cold and stony end,nwhere do you go to pretend?nnit's a long road with a cold and stony end,nwhere do you go to pretend?