Girl, the camera just loves you
But I'm not sure I do
It looks at less than meets the eye
And what an outright lie
I took the first effective view
And turned it into you
I stared directly in your face
But failed to see a trace
Not quite true romance
My superior and I
Facts fall down wanting every time we try
We kiss and fix whatever's wrong
But I don't stay kissed long
It's work to get things straight and then
To lose it all again
Not quite true romance
My superior and I
Can't fall down wanting every time we try
Show me that surface where the eyes meet the image
I'll show you where the hook went in
Small expectations greet the lies and spiders
Filling in a window frame
Long pretty god-boys lurk in corners
Looking murder in the face again
It ties our hands behind our backs
And drops us in our tracks
It gives us slumber party chills
And undermines our wills
Not quite true romance
My superior and I
Facts fall down wanting every time we try
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