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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 |
