O why are there eyes like these, br That sparkle and dapple and tease, br So wide with the morning, so deep with the night, br Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight? br O why are there eyes like these? br br O why are there lips like these? br Caressed by the southern breeze, br That beckon and call and hold a slave br All who therewith each soul-cry leave? br O why are there lips like these? br br O why are there arms like these? br That crumple and crush as they please br A weak man's heart, and in their embrace br Bring a glow of red to a strong man's face? br O why are there arms like these?br br Joseph Seamon Cotterbr br