Beautiful People

Green are the colour of the eyes Of the man I love He's hard to take and hot to touch And green is the color of the Sea in the early month Of mid-July, te amo much You get so mad when I complain You think I'm crazy but I hear them talk they say my name They're fucking tired of All these beautiful people With beautiful problems, yeah Beautiful people and god knows I've got them She wants to die (la la-lie) And she should fucking try (lie la-lie) Red is the color of your mouth When you drink rum punch You like July and yellow sun And red are the color of your Eyes when drink too much You pack your place, you pack a punch You get so tired, tell me to stop I'm ruining our love When I walk by, I hear them talk They're fucking tired of All these beautiful people With beautiful problems, yeah Beautiful people and god knows I've got them She wants to die (la la-lie) And she should fucking try (la la-lie) Oh, oh, oh she wants to die (la la-lie) (I can tell you what I really want) (I can tell you what I really want) And she should fucking try (la la-lie) (I can tell you what I really want) (I can tell you what I really want) All these beautiful people With beautiful problems, yeah Beautiful people and god knows I've got them Beautiful people with beautiful problems (Oh, oh, oh) Beautiful people with beautiful problems