The Way That It Shows

You're going to give yourself away

One of these nights

Your gaze of compassion

Just a little too right

Your hug of encouragement

A little too tight

And then he'll know

It's the little things betray

You're going to give yourself away

To some Casanova

On the spills and stains

Of a backstage sofa

He'll catch you yawning

With one leg over

And there's the sin

Must be the enemy within

That's the way that it shows

A slip of the tongue

A squeeze of the hand

That's the way that it shows

There's glycerin in the tear

Rouge in the blush

Your artful stammer

A little too rushed

All passion to the eye

All cold to the touch

And then he'll guess

Your mind has drifted in the kiss

There's a chink in your armour

A crack in your defenses

When your iron will

Gives way to your senses

Your whispered sweet nothings

All sound like expenses

And that's enough

He won't believe your words of love