A Face that Could Launch a Thousand Ship...
John Congleton / Robert Weaver
Which way? Which way?
You strike a face
Like atom bombs, if you will
Now did I mention or did I
Your nucleus nuclei-eye
I got you right where I want you
So picturesque when she paints
Her curly hair fishing baits
And oh oh oh oh, slowly but surely he screams
Don't bat your eyes at me
Don't bat your eyes at me
I got you right where I want you
You strike a face.