Lift up your head. Wash off your mascara. Here, take my Kleenex. Wipe that lipstick away. Show me your face, clean as the mornin'. I know things were bad, but now they're okay.
I know Seymour's the greatest. But I'm dating a semi-sadist. So I've got a black eye. And my arm's in a cast.. Still, that Seymour's a cutie. Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.