My braids of black hang halfway down my back My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul But what's the point? I ask of you No meat to cook with No mascara No toilet paper No diamond rings No refrigerator No French perfume No hot water No blue jeans Oh God why did you make me so beautiful? Why, God, why did you make me so beautiful? My braids of black hang halfway down my back My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul Oh God Why God? My braids of black hang halfway down my back My eyes, like coal, the windows to my soul No bananas No free press No plastic diapers No citrus fruit No penicillin No privacy No vacuum cleaners No pantyhose Oh God why did you make me so beautiful? Why did you bother to make me so damn beautiful? How long God, how long can I stay beautiful? Why God, why did you make me so beautiful?