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
That’s me
Sometimes I don’t recognize my own face
I look inside my eyes
And find disgrace
My little white lies
Tell a story
I see it all has no glory
Chorus
Come on and look at me
This face is free
I’m your fantasy
Who do you wannabe
Not what you see
I’m a drama queen
If that’s your thing
Come on & look at me
So who do you wannabe
This face is free