I' got special glasses for my special eyes Putting extra green into the grass and blue into the skies By the secret power of keeping As still as if I'm sleeping I can play the demon lover in disguise And the pretty girls of London never know That it's me that makes their wrists and ankles glow I' got special glasses for my special glance They flout the law of gravity, suspend the laws of chance By the hidden power of blinking Something like an evening's drinking I can turn a woman's walk into a dance And the pretty girls of London never guess How my power sways a hip and swirls a dress I' got special glasses for my special stare Putting sparkle in the raindrops and ozone in the air By the sudden power of gazing Something like a searchlight blazing I can boost the highlights in a head of hair And the pretty girls of London toss their heads In a silent storm of yellows, browns and reds I' got special glasses for my special eyes Putting extra green into the grass and blue into the skies By the secret power of looking I can really start things cooking I can make a street erupt with eager cries And the pretty girls of London never know That I draw the laughter from them as they go And the pretty girls of London never know But I swear to them tonight that this is so
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