Eye Of The Beholder - Lucie Arnaz, Ian McShane

One of a kind, grander than grand- free as the wind,

sculpting boobies in the sand.

I’m usually not so forward- no, its true!

But I’d be hard pressed to think of anything

I’d rather do than surrender to the ecstasy, the artistry,

the mystery of you Alexandra;

the mystery of you…

I have a gift, a fact I’m forced to confess.

I have a knack for spotting genius, I guess.

I have an eye for seeing past the B. S-

and what some consider boring,

I consider worth exploring.

Alex-

I have an eye for spotting men with designs,

I have a sense for all the obvious signs.

And pal, I know when someone’s feeding me lines-

don’t feel too bad;

you had your try.

You have the touch, but not with me- I have an eye.

Darryl-

As do I.

Both-

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,

no disguise can conceal your repertoire.

Passions rise, and the alibis grow bolder-

still the eye of this beholder sees you for who you are.

Darryl-

And you- you are the rays of the sun!

You- you are the artist, the spirit, the clay all in one.

Allow me…

Smoother and fuller and softer and sounder

Both-

Sweeter and rounder and warmer and wise.

Bolder the truth that transcends the disguise.

Alex-

The battles lost- what can I do?

And now the truth comes shining through

Both-

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder-

and how clearly I behold the beauty in you!