About to purse his lips.
For me, this is the Bowie version of “The Alabama Song.” In some ways, I see this as the counterpoint to “Beauty and the Beast”. Underneath the beautiful outside is the beast—this creature of intense, selfish desire. He lusts and covets and needs. He seems filled with self-loathing, but still can’t stop himself, still must have the next little girl, oh you know why. There is an almost accusatory edge to “Beauty and the Beast”: I’m trying to be good, but it’s so easy when no one says no. Why don’t you say no? Why don’t you stop me?
