(Maybe she's born with it)      See her in your face   Her lips and her lashes   This haunting memory stays   While I'm burning to ashes      Still see her in the streets   That's her I could have swore   Still spots are in the crowds   I'm lost on the dance floor      (Maybe she's born with it)      Maids and Masquerades   This shadow depression   Some fictions never phase   They still fill me passion      Still see her in the streets   That's her I could have swore   Still spots are in the crowds   I'm lost on the dance floor      (Maybe she's born with it)   Maybelline!   Maybe its Maybelline!