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.

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

That's me (ha ha)!
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. (haha)!

Chorus

Come on and look at me, this face is free.
I'm your fantasy, so who'd you wanna be?
Not what you see.
I'm a dram queen, if that's your thing.
Come on and look at me! I'm your fantasy.
This face is free! Come on and look at me.
So who'd you wanna be? This face is free...








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