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
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