She's Got Nothing On You

Well I know a cover girl in a fine magazin She's got no brows, she's got no tears Just hands of glass, 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