Poor Mr. Peacock, with feathers so fine Doing all you can to look your best Can’t you see that all you give Takes away your soul Silly Miss Peahen, strutting so well Judging only by the colors you see Don’t you know that the feathers you seek Are as hollow as your heart Poor Mr. Peacock, working so hard Grooming your feathers for the heart of the hen Can’t you see that all your beauty Masks what rots inside Silly, Miss Peahen, taking all you want To feed an appetite you’re unwilling to name Don’t you know that all you get Is not worth what you give Poor Mr. Peacock, no longer shinning All your feathers turned to rags Just waiting for anyone to come along To talk of how things used to be Silly, Miss Peahen, the fun is gone Another conquest is all the same You spent your life playing the game Never found what you were looking for Poor Peacock, Poor peahen We shed a tear for them But don’t you know, can’t you see Baby, they are you and me