Puppy Eyes

Don't look at me with puppy eyes,
That little storm beneath blue skies,
You know my heart forgets its pride
The moment that you stand beside.

You tilt your head, you barely smile,
And all my reasons lose their trial,
I try to turn, pretend I'm wise—
Then fall again for puppy eyes.

They ask for nothing, still they plead,
They somehow know just what I need,
One tender glance, and my disguise
Comes tumbling down before your eyes.

So come here close, you've won again,
My stubborn heart can't quite pretend,
For every time I swear I'm through—
Those puppy eyes lead me to you.