If you were the beauty,
and I were the beast,
would people look at us and
ask, “how the hell did he get her?”
If you, as the beauty, were
to wake up one day next to
me and go what the hell am
I doing with this beast, would
you leave and would I find
another beauty, or just be stuck
with another beast and become
just beast and the beast?

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