With those eyes

you wonder why you can make them cry
 you get your words in and you ask
 why they so easily forgive
 what you did
 well it don't come down to circumstance
 it's those eyes
 you could turn cynics to sycophants
 with those eyes
 you press your face up against the glass
 and rally from your class
 you battle prejudice with pride
 but you can't hide
 that it don't come down to rank or birth
 it's those eyes
 you could charm your way out of a hearse
 with those eyes
 tell me what you want to contemplate
 to turn your gaze on me
 tell me what you want
 tell me what you need
 i'll make it trouble free
 can't get to sleep 'cause you got away
 with everything again today
 and do i see something hollow there?
 are you aware
 that it could be cloudy, could be clear
 with those eyes
 did you cataract your conscience, dear
 with those eyes
 well it don't come down to circumstance
 with those eyes
 you could forge from cynics, sycophants
 with those eyes
 you could turn cynics to sycophants
 with those eyes
 tell me what you want to contemplate
 to turn your gaze on me
 tell me what you want
 tell me what you need
 i'll make it trouble free
 tell me what you want
 tell me what you need
 i'll make it trouble free