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)