Текст песни Choice - John Parish

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