Title: Beautiful
Chronology: 2008 - 2020 Early Britney to the Blue Jay era
Premise: A young woman's life as it evolves from high school basketball star at the advent of Britney to the fall from grace that befalls all of America.

 

3 seconds left, no tomorrow, everyone's dreams in your hand.
Take a shot, say a prayer, no one knows where it will land.
Hope it goes, and so it went, and they call you heaven sent.
And then...she was beautiful.

Girl of black, world of white, end the day with a slash of night.
She loved the boys, but her friends loved girls, and for that, they were her guide.
She defended them through it all, through the fear, through the misguided, through the comments so snide.
And for that...she was beautiful.

Through the school she could feel the beginning or was the it ending.
No defending, no pretending.
But she played to her fame, she would stand with her friends and shout the refrain of the insane of the sane.
Never what it became, always who she was, never to be the same.
And for that, she was beautiful.

Education brings knowledge, knowledge gives in to power.
Beauty is in the wedded, not the wicked, not the deadened.
God is the path, and God's path is paved with gold.
And the Wizard is gone, so there is nowhere to go but home.
Ugly lies with loving one another, hate each other, love your brother, kill your mother.
And so she bought her products, read the fairy tale...on the label...always label...read the fable.
Rapunzel goes to Rumpelstitskin - turn the dread locks into gold.
And leave the fags before they left her cold.
And now...she was beautiful.

Pink shirt, big breasts, portrait of Jesus across her chest,
Daughter of Cain, serve the punishment of Ham, catch a husband while you can.
Wasted by bitches, scratch out the itches.
Join the troops, be a hero, make them zero.
Kill the faggot on the TV, be deaf to her screams, "I thought you knew me, I thought you knew me!"
Protect freedom, protect the kiddies, save good from evil, kneel now, be a believer!
And now you can be...beautiful.

White blouse, black skirt, little children, listen to them cry, never say goodbye.
Get up, wash up, dress up, never mess up, never miss the news, never have any views.
Buy your brands, eat your veggies, drool at Reggie.
Pick up the kids, look in the rearview, who were you?
Look back for the cars, look back at the scars, watch your daughter, she's gonna be a star.
Pray for God to kill the faggots, kill the Arabs, read the bible, no more rivals- time to smile.
Lie down now, you are so...beautiful

Look back now in the mirror, the mind gets clearer, do you fear her?
Look back at the ones behind you, do you know them, didn't you kill them?
Look ahead at the TV, ain't he dreamy, the kids are screaming
And you make the eggs, break the yoke and carry it with you throughout the day
Let the kids run and play, while the ghosts pray, but not like you pray
The sounds of basketballs dribbling puncture the air, and won't go away.
Tell the blonde to make it stop, but it's just your heartbeat.
So relax and watch the TV, "try to be me, lay down and be me"
And once again...she was beautiful

Take a walk to the city, ain't it pretty
But never beautiful.
The noise of ghosts sings like Britney
But they can never be beautiful.

Look ahead as you stare behind, the sun will make you blind.
Get back in the car, look in the rearview mirror, she looks familiar, so familiar, she must be dead.
Let the naked men dance in your head, feed your day's daily bread.
Look ahead at the nation, peace in the valley...
Look back at your conquest, so in love, never married.
Look ahead at your conquest, save the world now, everyone knows how
Look down at the river, between the worlds, rapid movement, peaceful complexion...and no more reflections.
Down toward the ending, no winning baskets, no prince charming, peace at last, it happened so fast.
3 seconds left, no tomorrow, finally no more dreams in your hand.
Take a leap, forget your prayer, no one knows where you will land.
Hope it goes, and so you went, and they'll call you heaven sent.
And finally...she felt beautiful.

 

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