That Face - John Pizzarelli

That face, that face

That wonderful face

It shines, it glows

All over the place

And how I love to watch it change expressions

Each look becomes the prize of my possessions

I love that face, that face

It just isn’t fair

You must forgive

The way that I stare

But never will these eyes behold

A sight that could replace

That face, that face,

That face

Oh, that face, that face

Wherever I go It’s here, it’s there

Be-witching me so It’s got my crazy heart

In such a tangle

It drives me simply wild

From any angle

I love those eyes

Those lips

That fabulous smile

She laughs

And Spring

Goes right out of style

And though the thrill

I feel each time

My fingers gently trace

That face, that face,

That face, that face,

Tthat face, that face