From These Glass Eyes
man over board ! man over board !
she's falling into the sea of vulnerablity and easy persuasion
man over board ! man over board !
she'll never say no to a single thing one says
this way, this way, must be this way !
don't argue or yell, she does it in her own technique
this way, this way, must be this way !
don't try to persuade, she'll only lay the law down
the candy man can, the candy man can
so sweet and delish, her words like strawberries and sugar
the candy man can, the candy man can
so rich and soothing, her body has its own language
diamonds are a girl's best friend
one of a kind that no one takes the clean
diamonds are a girl's best friend
one of a kind that no one wants to see shine
from behind these hazel eyes
she sees the truth and the lies and what is left in betwixt
from behind these hazel eyes
she tells a story of a still growing soul
don't go breaking my heart
too few have dropped such a melacholy piece of glass
don't go breaking my heart
too many she wishes would have it
looking through a glass window
looking at what is thought just a box
looking, watching a movement of pictures
looking, but never seeing through those glass eyes.
she's falling into the sea of vulnerablity and easy persuasion
man over board ! man over board !
she'll never say no to a single thing one says
this way, this way, must be this way !
don't argue or yell, she does it in her own technique
this way, this way, must be this way !
don't try to persuade, she'll only lay the law down
the candy man can, the candy man can
so sweet and delish, her words like strawberries and sugar
the candy man can, the candy man can
so rich and soothing, her body has its own language
diamonds are a girl's best friend
one of a kind that no one takes the clean
diamonds are a girl's best friend
one of a kind that no one wants to see shine
from behind these hazel eyes
she sees the truth and the lies and what is left in betwixt
from behind these hazel eyes
she tells a story of a still growing soul
don't go breaking my heart
too few have dropped such a melacholy piece of glass
don't go breaking my heart
too many she wishes would have it
looking through a glass window
looking at what is thought just a box
looking, watching a movement of pictures
looking, but never seeing through those glass eyes.