Oh, My Faces and Image of Mine

Oh, my faces and image of mine, They aren’t having some likeness of yours I’m not prince I’m not master of mine with the oil or gold, it’s not loss. I won’t freeze on the pictures of glance in editions of fashion and vogue Royal parties won’t take off the suns from my cheeks after their idle talk. I’m the same as I was in the past And the crows fly above my poor head I don’t need their falsehood, I’m guest in this show, save your crown for next lad.