Choice

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