The Eye of the Beholder Lyrics
The Eye of the Beholder
Darryl:My god! Look at you!
One of a kind, grander than grand: free as the wind,
sculpting boobies in the sand.
I'm usually not so forward: no, its true!
But I'd be hard pressed to think of anything
I'd rather do than surrender to the ecstasy, the artistry,
the mystery of you Alexandra; the mystery of you...
I have a gift, a fact I'm forced to confess.
I have a knack for spotting genius, I guess.
I have an eye for seeing past the B.S:
and what some consider boring,
I consider worth exploring.
Alex:
I have an eye for spotting men with designs,
I have a sense for all the obvious signs.
And pal, I know when someone's feeding me lines:
don't feel too bad; you had your try.
You have the touch, but not with me: I have an eye...
Darryl:
As do I...
Both:
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,
no disguise can conceal your repertoire.
Passions rise, and the alibis grow bolder:
still the eye of this beholder sees you for who you are.
Darryl:
And you: you are the rays of the sun!
You: you are the artist, the spirit, the clay all in one. Allow me...
Smoother and fuller and softer and sounder
Both:
Sweeter and rounder and warmer and wise.
Bolder the truth that transcends the disguise.
Alex:
The battles lost: what can I do? And now the truth comes shining through
Both:
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder:
and how clearly I behold the beauty in you!