Should I coat us in varnish to preserve our lustre.
Or should I work hard with all I can muster.
To keep us shining bright as the sun.
To keep our love going on and on.
I know, I do, I know what to do.
That’s the second, the second of the two.
For work is what it will always take.
To never take for granted, never forsake.
For varnish would wear, would eventually wear thin.
And let the rot of this world seep in.
So forget a thin coat of what just won’t do.
Work with me my Beauty as your Beast works with you.