Beautiful People

(Paula Martin)

The outsider looks on at the outside world, where beautiful people are having a wonderful time in a world that excludes him

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See the beautiful people, the social successes, 
Who walk past your window and smile in the sun,
And you know if you weren’t there, they just wouldn’t realise you’d gone.

From your windowside seat, you can see the caresses
Of beautiful people who kiss in the rain,
So you take your guitar out, and play a few tunes just for them –

And you wonder if some day, they might listen to you play
But you think that you’ll put it off, just this once, to another day

 And although you can see all the beautiful people
Who dance past your window and blow in the wind,
If you said you were lonely, they’d just laugh and tell you, “never mind”

And you know when you said it, they’d look at you and they would smile.
So you think that you’ll put it off one more time, for a little while

And you wonder if loving the beautiful people
Is a worse kind of hell than the Devil can send,
But the world will not stop, ‘cause the beautiful people don’t want it to end –
And you sort of get used to the loneliness being your friend.
© Paula Martin 2026