You maybe a masterpiece, of couture, camouflage and surgery?Are you known by the company you keep?Are you a mirage, mannequin or make believe?You don’t know who you are and what you want is out of reachYou’re looking for a fix from every guru you meetBut what are words, when actions speakReal beauty lies underneathI was strung along like a string of pearlsI followed her like Eurydice into the underworldBut love isn’t blind........and talk isn’t cheapGod knows it’s all Greek to meBut she was stronger, cleverer and didn’t play fairI was entangled in a web made from Ophelia’s red hairPlease humour me....PersephoneReal Beauty lies underneath.Every flower and tumble w**d, all the seekers that succeedEvery addict with time clean, every role model on page 3Stormy weather it’s a breeze, it feels like Mother Nature’s coming onto meIn every friend and potential enemy, Real Beauty lies underneath