Women of the world prepare for
Evening as they put their faces on
Somehow knowing mirrors
Just don't hold the same reflections very long
I'm convinced that if they knew you
They would throw them all away
Everything I say
Is based upon the way you look tonight
You don't care for photographs
I'm ok with the sides I never see
You say those window dressing snapshots
Just don't represent the way things used to be
Nostalgia's overrated
Who needs pictures anyway?
Who needs yesterday?
Based upon the way you look tonight
You rise above and then you leave us
Stuck here with some Mona Lisa
Smiles that don't compare in any way
Let 'em fade away
Who needs them anyway?
They've nothing on the way you look tonight
And all the landscape colorful
The sun is sinking cold and dull
Compared to you it might as well be grey
The sun could fade away
Who needs it anyway?
Everything I say
Is based upon the way you look tonight
Women of the world prepare for
Evening as they put their faces on