Beauty and the Beast She was a beauty, Her hair dark brown, Her lips so soft, Her eyes perfectly round. She wasn't looking for trouble, But then she met the beast, A beautiful man, With no soul underneath. He saw her beauty, And went in for the kill, She fell for his looks, And his raspy voice gave her a chill. They started talking, Just about everything, They clicked right away, He felt like a king. So he asked for her number, He gave her his hand, She handed over the small tear of paper, He shook his head and didn't understand. She might've fell for his looks, His voice might've given her chills, But she was not one, To ever be killed. Written on the paper, With dark black ink, Were four little words, "Thanks for the drink" And as she left, That little café, The beast being soulless, Continued his day. But then he realised, He wasn't soulless at all, He had just been hurt, And couldn't take another fall. For the next few weeks past, And the beast tried to grow, He called up his friends, Apologised for being low. Being good friends, They gave him another chance, To redeem himself, The good things enhanced. But he still felt, As if something were missing, As if there was something big, He was dismissing. A month went by, And just by fate, The beast saw the beauty, In front of Parks gate. He knew that she was the thing, The thing he so greatly needed, So he went over, And he pleaded and pleaded. She saw in his eyes, That he was telling the truth, She needed no lie detector, She needed no proof. So she gave him her hand, And he took it with grace, And thats when the beast, Was no longer just a pretty face.