You don't have to go ahead and mount a big search Its 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 life that curse So clear the air get it off your chest Take our medicine and hope for the best (J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)