You don't have to go ahead and mount a big search
it's as clear as the road to that old Spanish church
as plain as the nose on your cute little face
its an open and shut case
It'll come quick or ease in slow
but when trouble hits it just won't let go
there's always something you cannot resist
a slow fade with a bitter twist
Hold it up to the mirror
tell me what you see
something might look familiar
but it's a bad likeness of me
If you let things slip from bad to worse
it's gonna take a miracle to lift that curse
so clear the air get it off your chest
take our medicine and hope for the best