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