Lyrics
Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses
But I'd give it all for a pair
Take them off if you'd rather
It all blurs together
That option just doesn't seem fair
The curse of perfect vision
Each and every detail so perfectly clear
And each requires a decision
I fear
The devil's in the details
Perfection prevails
I can't see the forest for the trees
Specifics compel me
But it's overwhelming
This blessing feels more like disease
The curse of 20/20
For these thoughts it's got to be more than a penny
It's all just too much and too many
Too much and too many
Too many
The curse of perfect vision
Each and every detail so perfectly clear
And each requires a decision
I fear
It's all too much and too many
Too much and too many
Too many