Eventually, your penalty will be, to hurt as I do Eventually, my memory, ah my memory, Will haunt the dreams of you. This look I'm wearing, its called a frown, But it use to be a smile, Till you turned it upside down Id hate to see-Id hate to see you feel like me But this will be Eventually, my memory, Will haunt the dreams of you. Oh oh-this look I'm wearing its called a frown, But it use to be a smile, Till you turned it upside down Id hate to see, you feel like me But baby this will be Eventually, my memory, ah my memory Will haunt the dreams of, of you.