Hard to be Pretty when You’re Dead

I was the fairest in the land

I use to be a fair young maid

Many suitors wished my hand

Then I caught bubonic plague

It’s hard to be pretty when you’re dead

So hard to be pretty when you’re dead

My complexion once so soft and rosy

Has long since gone away

The cold damp ground has turned my skin now

Pussey green and leathery gray

It’s hard to be pretty when you’re dead

So hard to be pretty when you’re dead

Men gazed at my buxom bust

Now they’ve crumbled into dust

My hair once flaxen, long and wavy

Now it hangs in slimly gravy

It’s hard to be pretty when you’re dead

So hard to be pretty when you’re dead

When you’re dead

When you’re dead

©monty tam