Beautiful little fools That's what us girls are destined for Born to be adored We're all just born to be adored Where is the feminine race? Where are these so-called independent women? Who pick up their flaws And let the world in Where are these girls?

Yesterday is history All we have is this moment So why don't you be here with me? Be here with me now Tomorrow's unspoken To put our love into motion Can you tell me Who called the race? Can anyone stay in one place?