See her in your face 
Her lips and her lashes 
This haunting memory stays 
While I'm burning to ashes 

Still see her in the streets 
That's her I could have swore 
Still spots are in the crowds 
I'm lost on the dance floor 

(Maybe she's born with it) 

Maids and Masquerades 
This shadow depression 
Some fictions never phase 
They still fill me passion 

Still see her in the streets 
That's her I could have swore 
Still spots are in the crowds 
I'm lost on the dance floor 

(Maybe she's born with it) 
Maybelline! 
Maybe its Maybelline!