| We tried to fly | |
| Is it so high? | |
| We don’t think so | |
| We don’t think so | |
| Are we looked at? | |
| Are we set back? | |
| Can we fake him | |
| Emulate him? | |
| Time is breaking | |
| Changing faking | |
| Grind us up now | |
| Not too hard now | |
| Features so fine | |
| Rouge and eye line | |
| Things I fancy | |
| Just like | |
| NancyFashions alter | |
| Often falter | |
| Crypso’s out now | |
| No more fights now | |
| Make-up’s taking | |
| Lots of shaving | |
| On my eyelash | |
| You sure, it don’t clash | |
| Slim-line trousers | |
| Facial powders | |
| Flooding my mind | |
| You sure, there’s no lines | |
| Eye me up now | |
| Pamper me now | |
| Please don’t pass by | |
| Or I shall cry |
| We tried to fly | |
| Is it so high? | |
| We don' t think so | |
| We don' t think so | |
| Are we looked at? | |
| Are we set back? | |
| Can we fake him | |
| Emulate him? | |
| Time is breaking | |
| Changing faking | |
| Grind us up now | |
| Not too hard now | |
| Features so fine | |
| Rouge and eye line | |
| Things I fancy | |
| Just like | |
| NancyFashions alter | |
| Often falter | |
| Crypso' s out now | |
| No more fights now | |
| Makeup' s taking | |
| Lots of shaving | |
| On my eyelash | |
| You sure, it don' t clash | |
| Slimline trousers | |
| Facial powders | |
| Flooding my mind | |
| You sure, there' s no lines | |
| Eye me up now | |
| Pamper me now | |
| Please don' t pass by | |
| Or I shall cry |
| We tried to fly | |
| Is it so high? | |
| We don' t think so | |
| We don' t think so | |
| Are we looked at? | |
| Are we set back? | |
| Can we fake him | |
| Emulate him? | |
| Time is breaking | |
| Changing faking | |
| Grind us up now | |
| Not too hard now | |
| Features so fine | |
| Rouge and eye line | |
| Things I fancy | |
| Just like | |
| NancyFashions alter | |
| Often falter | |
| Crypso' s out now | |
| No more fights now | |
| Makeup' s taking | |
| Lots of shaving | |
| On my eyelash | |
| You sure, it don' t clash | |
| Slimline trousers | |
| Facial powders | |
| Flooding my mind | |
| You sure, there' s no lines | |
| Eye me up now | |
| Pamper me now | |
| Please don' t pass by | |
| Or I shall cry |