John Parish - Choice текст песни

Choice the devil take you
What I have I want to learn to appreciate you
Every line traces history of emotion
& your smile

& I thank the lord
That beauty's getting older
In the eye of the beholder
There'll be no pin-back cheeks for me
No lolita on my knee

Choice is distraction
All I want is easy action
One of gold worth a hundred of your nickel
& your time

& I thank the lord
That beauty's getting older
In the eye of the beholder
There'll be no portrait up my stairs
There'll be no grecian in my hair

& I thank the lord
That beauty's getting older
In the eye of the beholder
There'll be no pin-back cheeks for me
No lolita on my knee