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