Well I know a cover girl in a fine magazin
She's got no brows, she's got no tears
Just hands of gla**, an albion skin
Her borrowed wig do help her to hide
When you get up in the morning with a bloated face
I can see who are you, you see who am I
And before we will start to play our roles
I kiss you good day, just can't change my mind
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
When you get up in the morning with a bloated face
I can see who are you, you see who am I
And before we will start to play our roles
I kiss you good day, just can't change my mind
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie
She's got nothing on you, she's a lie