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