Give all your value to appearance 

And your pockets will be empty 

By the time you get inside

And then what can you afford

But broken promises of crumpled IOU's

And it is not your fault little birdie

That your true gifts are passed over

By the beauty of your breast

Keep on singing your song of love

And trust that it won't fall on deaf ears

For there is a being out there

Who will not succumb to the subterfuge of looks

And will receive your song into their heart

And bless your entire existence

With one loving inhale