How It Lies, How It Lies, How It Lies - Dean Martin

If you think candy’s sweet

There’s a girl you ought to meet

Sugar drips from her lips

When she sighs

But the love light that lies

Within my baby’s eyes

How it lies, how it lies

How it lies

She has style, she has charms

And a pair of loving arms

That I’m dying

To try on for size

But the love light that lies

Within my baby’s eyes

How it lies, how it lies

How it lies

Oh, her name tops the list of every florist

Her beaus stand ten deep in line

With all of the trees in the forest

Why should I be the only clinging vine?

Oh, there’s heartbreak in store

Where the one that you adore

Is a devil

In the angel disguise

But the love light that lies

Is the love light that dies

How it lies, how it lies

How it lies