Watched my misery, a broken hearted casualty 

Turn to butterflies, when I looked into those eyes 

Went from a pauper, cheap scotch and tap water 

To sippin vintage wines, when I looked into those eyes 



Sewed a bad seed, refined and treated me to high society 

Took a barren girl, fertilized and bred her one happy family 

So stimulated, impetuous, intoxicated, and mostly satisfied 

Since I looked into those eyes 



So unassuming, how could you know 

What you were doing in my life 

With one spin, my whole world would begin again

In your eyes 



No more a victim 

No lack-lust or depression in this head of mine 

Since I looked into, Oh and what a view 

How I wish you could see it too 

In those eyes