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