She's Got Nothing on You - Birth Control

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