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