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Seems like she's looking for something
Something she can't find now
She has a big smile on
It's only the outside
With her fancy denim jacket
Her lines are so tight
Too bad she changes her mind
Every day and every night
When she is turning around
Her smile is no longer on
No big deal it's good to keep our
Conflicts under the bed
What she finds is being thrown out
Lasts only half a year
Seems like the values don't
Exist on this planet
Hey-hey, 2Face
You must come from outer space
I take your hand we walk the streets
I give you what you want
The frist kiss and the compliments
Pretty much like perfectness
It' not easy to get enough
When you want more and more
Next time please don't feed us
Lot of lies and misdirections
Hey-hey, 2Face
You must come from outer space
