Good-looking,
bad tasting
Full-bodied, butt-wasted
Loose-living, tight fitting
What you see ain’t what you are getting
Big make-up, little break-up
She wants it, he’s got it
Cold-blooded, hot gossip
Superficial expectations
Chorus:
Look at me, you can take it all
Because this face is free
Maybe next time use your eyes
And look at me
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing, baby
I can even do reality
Fake money, real plastic
Stupid cupid, fantastic
Queer thinking, straight talking
What you see ain’t what you are getting
Fast loving, slow moving
No rhythm but I’m grooving
Old feeling, new beginning
Superficial expectations
Chorus
Sometimes I don’t recognise my own face
I look inside my eyes and find disgrace
My little white lies tell a story
I see it all, it has no glory, hah [laughs]
Chorus
Come and look at me
This face is free
I’m your fantasy
Who do you wanna be?
Not what you see
I’m a drama queen if that’s your thing
Come and look at me
I’m your fantasy, this face is free
I’m your fantasy, this face is free
Come and look at me
So who do you wanna be?
This is free
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