Recognition stains your eyes
My it's funny how time flies
Maybe it's the liquor
Nothing but a flickor

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,

And there's nothing in your eyes
And there's nothing
No, there's nothing you can hide
There's nothing you can hide
no, there's nothing you can
you know there's nothing you can hide
anymore

The temptation of second look 
To take back the chances that you took
Maybe it's the liquor
but nothing could be quicker (ch)