I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men,
but for me you would make an exception
And clinching your fists for the ones like us,
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself instead, well nevermind,
We are ugly, but we have the music

[from Chelsea Hotel no. 2, by Leonard Cohen, through Rufus Wainwright.]