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 See Who Are You
You See Who Am I Before
We Will Start To Play Our Roles
I Kiss You Good Day
Just Can't Change My Mind

She's Got Nothin' On You She's A Lie
She's Got Nothin' On You She's A Lie