A Face That Could Launch A Thousand Ships - The Paper Chase

You strike a face… like atom bombs, if you will

Now did I mention, did I, your nucleus nuclei-eye

I got you right where I want you

(Which way? Which way?)

So picturesque when you paint the curly hair fishing baits

And oh-oh-oh-oh-oh slowly but surely he screams

Don’t bat your eyes at me

Don’t bat your eyes at me

Don’t bat your eyes at me, me, me

I got you right where I want you

I got you right where I want you

I got you right where I want you

I got you right where I want you

You strike a face… I got you right where I want you

You strike a face… I got you right where I want you

You strike a face… I got you right where I want you

You strike a face… I got you right where I want you