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 ok.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is standing beside you.
You don’t need no make-up,
Don’t have to pretend.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is here to provide you
Sweet understanding.
Seymour’s your friend.
Nobody, ever,
Treated me kindly.
Daddy left early.
Mama was poor.
I need a man, and I’d
Follow him blindly.