Beautiful Prize
The father giveth, and the father taketh away
Johanna prays in her bed
He drinks his beer to the TV chatter
Thinks dark thoughts in his head
When the house that he keeps with his hard won pay
Is finally asleep after his brutal day
He turns his eyes on his beautiful prize
Johanna watches her door open just a crack
And a hand that once held her runs down the length of her back
Her fallen angel lies down on her bed
So much confusion in her beautiful head
Johanna closes her eyes
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter
Johanna buries her shame and dreams of redemption
They just scatter, she grows numb to the pain
She can't remember how it was before
And she doesn't know who she is anymore
She's in disguise as his Beautiful Prize
Johanna watches her life from the outside
And she dreams that one day she'll fly free from this mess
She's a hawk trying to soar with a broken wing
And she doesn't talk anymore about anything
She just closes her eyes
She just can't stand his anger, she just can't bear his heat
She takes a long hard look at life on the street, yeah
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter
And any dreams of salvation, they just shatter
Johanna watches the world from the outside,
And she dreams of the day she'll fly free from this mess
She doesn't know what she's waiting for
Cause there's nothing left in this house anymore
And in his eyes she's just a Beautiful Prize
Oh, Johanna just a Beautiful Prize...
Yeah, Johanna...
Oh, Hanna...
Hermoso Premio
El padre da y el padre quita
Johanna reza en su cama
Él bebe su cerveza escuchando el parloteo de la TV
Piensa pensamientos oscuros en su cabeza
Cuando la casa que mantiene con su salario duramente ganado
Finalmente está dormida después de su día brutal
Él posa sus ojos en su hermoso premio
Johanna ve cómo su puerta se abre solo un poco
Y una mano que una vez la sostuvo recorre la longitud de su espalda
Su ángel caído se acuesta en su cama
Tanta confusión en su hermosa cabeza
Johanna cierra sus ojos
En una casa llena de secretos la verdad no importa
Johanna entierra su vergüenza y sueña con redención
Simplemente se dispersan, ella se adormece ante el dolor
No puede recordar cómo era antes
Y ya no sabe quién es
Está disfrazada como su Hermoso Premio
Johanna observa su vida desde afuera
Y sueña que algún día volará libre de este lío
Es un halcón tratando de remontar vuelo con un ala rota
Y ya no habla de nada
Simplemente cierra sus ojos
Simplemente no puede soportar su ira, simplemente no puede soportar su calor
Ella observa detenidamente la vida en la calle, sí
En una casa llena de secretos la verdad no importa
Y cualquier sueño de salvación, simplemente se desmorona
Johanna observa el mundo desde afuera
Y sueña con el día en que volará libre de este lío
No sabe qué está esperando
Porque ya no queda nada en esta casa
Y en sus ojos ella es solo un Hermoso Premio
Oh, Johanna solo un Hermoso Premio...
Sí, Johanna...
Oh, Hanna...
Escrita por: Rick Springfield