Mascara
Music by Chris Roscoe. Lyrics by Ken Blaze

Friday night, I'm hanging out, just sitting around.
You were there indian-style on the chair.
With your tattered jeans and your bleached-blue hair, blackened eyes;
Looking the same as your friend standing on your side.
I want to get to know you, the real you.
That's inside, in those eyes.
What's inside, in those eyes.
Monday comes and you're just walking down the street.
I see you, you glance at me, yeah our eyes meet.
Your green, Doc boots, cigarettes and leather strides.
One day soon you'll come to realize.
That I want to get to know you, the real you.
That's inside, in those eyes.
The mystery lies inside those darkened eyes.
The real you will shine on through all your Mascara.
What's inside, in those eyes
What's inside, in those eyes
The mystery lies inside.
The mystery lies inside those darkened eyes.

©1995 (CRoscoe,KBlaze) BMI
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"Mascara" is available on the CDs, Rocket Pop and Seems So Live

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