Recognition stains your eyes My, it's funny how time flies Maybe it's the liquor Nothing but a flicker How's my little girl? Is it really better now? Underneath the lines Underneath the signs Underneath the curls How's my little girl? Make the mark in borrowed time Words can soften any crime
Never mind the scandals The lotions or the candles (ch) And there's nothing in your eyes And there's nothing you can hide Anymore The temptation of a second look To take back the chances that you took Maybe it's the liquor Nothing could be quicker (ch)