She had a way about her
She always made hot soup and cocoa
When the weather was cold
She always danced around the room
Like she was taking ballot lessons
From a five year old
And if you saw her, you’d be in love
Long before you encountered any of the above

All because of the face
I’m in love with the face
Does it seem so wrong?
Does it seem so base?
Back when she was mine, I gave her praise all over the place
Mainly because of the face

I still remember the first time
We walked together on the street
And the heads would turn
Cars driving up on sidewalks,
Firemen all losing control of their hoses
While the streets would burn
And she pretended she didn’t see
Or she’d say,
"Why’s everybody always staring at me?"

I believe it’s your face
Your remarkable face
Could it be so wrong?
Could it be so base?
It’s not the perfume or the flowers or the lace
Only your beautiful face

She was intelligent
Could that have mattered?
Her hair was long and brown
Could that have mattered?
She was so innocent
Could that have mattered?
Her voice, a perfect sound
Could that have mattered?

It was the face.
And it was only the face.
Is that so wrong?
Y’know, actually, I’ve got a problem with that…
Just play your bass!
How could a man who’s never seen her inborn grace
Venture to fathom The Face?

Sadly, I have to admit to the fact that the whole love affair
Was entirely due to the face.

Such a heavenly face
Does it seem so wrong?
Does it seem so base?
I think that God just wanted to give us some hope
In these final days of the human race…
So He gave us The Face

Her incomparable face
I could not break away from its embrace
When she was mine, I’d babble and grovel all over the place
Mainly because of the face
Her incomparable face
Such a heavenly face
I’m in love with the face