(Maybe she's born with it)


See her in your face

Her lips and her lashes

This haunting memory stays

While I'm burning to ashes


Still see her in the streets

That's her I could have swore

Still spots are in the crowds

I'm lost on the dance floor


(Maybe she's born with it)


Maids and Masquerades

This shadow depression

Some fictions never phase

They still fill me passion


Still see her in the streets

That's her I could have swore

Still spots are in the crowds

I'm lost on the dance floor


(Maybe she's born with it)

Maybelline!

Maybe its Maybelline!