How It Lies, How It Lies, How It Lies
J. FRANCIS BURKE, PAUL FRANCIS WEBSTER
If you think candy's sweet
There's a girl you ought to meet
Sugar drips from her lips
When she sighs
But the love light that lies
Within my baby's eyes
How it lies, how it lies
How it lies
She has style, she has charms
And a pair of loving arms
That I'm dying
To try on for size
But the love light that lies
Within my baby's eyes
How it lies, how it lies
How it lies
Oh, her name tops the list of every florist
Her beaus stand ten deep in line
With all of the trees in the forest
Why should I be the only clinging vine?
Oh, there's heartbreak in store
Where the one that you adore
Is a devil
In the angel disguise
But the love light that lies
Is the love light that dies
How it lies, how it lies
How it lies