The Beauty Marks

The beauty marks
The famous names
The pub fills up
Outside, it rains
The knee-high boots
The smoky eyes
Nobody knows
They’re none the wise
The city’s a sea
So full of sharks
The beauty marks
The cigarettes fall
The glass, so red
The night closes in
Still nothing is said
But if they would kiss
There would be sparks
The beauty marks
I love the very idea of you
I love the very idea of you
I love the very idea of you
The beauty marks
The famous names
The pub fills up
Outside, it rains
And if they should kiss
There would be sparks
The beauty marks