Maybelline

(Maybe she's born with it) See her in your face Her lips and her lashes This haunting memory stays While I'm burning to ashes Still see her in the streets That's her I could have swore Still spots are in the crowds I'm lost on the dance floor (Maybe she's born with it) Maids and Masquerades This shadow depression Some fictions never phase They still fill me passion Still see her in the streets That's her I could have swore Still spots are in the crowds I'm lost on the dance floor (Maybe she's born with it) Maybelline! Maybe its Maybelline!