**Chorus:**
She had a face like Willem Dafoe (Willem Dafoe)
She peeled onions for sauce
She just wanted an ordinary guy
But she still had a face like Willem Dafoe (x2)
**Verse 1:**
Life doesn’t give you much in places like this (Oh no no no no…)
At best, it just laughs that you have fate in your hands
She got up every day to work, and one guy in the neighborhood paid reliably
Metropolises were so far away from her, she wanted to move there and live decently
Every day a hundred kilos of onions, this smell has already seeped into her skin
It’s as if you smoked these cigarettes for thirty years or longer, one after another
She didn’t have clubs in mind, even though someone told her, “Go have fun, girl!”
Where else here in this breathless territory will love find you?
The flutes of Peru played in her head – the idea was probably good
A perfume bottle spilled, and it looked like a million tiny pieces
Her friend is already waiting, tells her to come
“Today we’ll party like never before, not like children, but like adults.”
Carlo Rossi introduced at a good pace from the station
Although there once was a huge barn here, now it’s almost like Mayday
The dance floor ignited from her steps, her figure was like Kasia from The Ring and The Rose
A drunk brunette is checking her out and is probably about to go deep into debt
And she sees it, and he’s already approaching – this will be that magic moment
And he suddenly says – “What’s with your face and why does it smell so badly of onions?”
**Chorus:**
She had a face like Willem Dafoe (Willem Dafoe)
She peeled onions for sauce
She just wanted an ordinary guy
But she still had a face like Willem Dafoe (x2)
**Verse 2:**
He saw her running to the exit with tears and wanted to comfort her somehow
Her friend chased her in heels, shouting about that guy, “He’s an idiot!”
He dreamed of at least buying her a drink but didn’t have the courage for it
And again he watched the drama unfold and decided – enough of this
He got her number from a friend, sent a message the next day
So she wouldn’t cry over that jerk anymore and maybe they’ll meet someday
He stared at the screen hoping for a reply and it came: “Who are you?”
A guy who wants to get to know you, and he had wet hands and a pounding heart
Success – she wanted to meet the day after tomorrow. And he could hardly believe it when he stood in front of the mirror
He put on his best tracksuit and bought her flowers for a hundred
He saw her smile from afar and that she was probably blushing
And quickly that smile disappeared from her face and now he was blushing because
**Outro:**
He had a face like Steve Buscemi
Or
like Huckleberry’s dog
He longed for chemistry between them
But he still had a face like Steve Buscemi (x2)
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**Lyrics:**
**Chorus:**
She had a face like Willem Dafoe (Willem Dafoe)
She peeled onions for sauce
She just wanted an ordinary guy
But she still had a face like Willem Dafoe (x2)
**Verse 1:**
Life doesn’t give you much in places like this (Oh no no no no…)
At best, it just laughs that you have fate in your hands
She got up every day to work, and one guy in the neighborhood paid reliably
Metropolises were so far away from her, she wanted to move there and live decently
Every day a hundred kilos of onions, this smell has already seeped into her skin
It’s as if you smoked these cigarettes for thirty years or longer, one after another
She didn’t have clubs in mind, even though someone told her, “Go have fun, girl!”
Where else here in this breathless territory will love find you?
The flutes of Peru played in her head – the idea was probably good
A perfume bottle spilled, and it looked like a million tiny pieces
Her friend is already waiting, tells her to come
“Today we’ll party like never before, not like children, but like adults.”
Carlo Rossi introduced at a good pace from the station
Although there once was a huge barn here, now it’s almost like Mayday
The dance floor ignited from her steps, her figure was like Kasia from The Ring and The Rose
A drunk brunette is checking her out and is probably about to go deep into debt
And she sees it, and he’s already approaching – this will be that magic moment
And he suddenly says – “What’s with your face and why does it smell so badly of onions?”
**Chorus:**
She had a face like Willem Dafoe (Willem Dafoe)
She peeled onions for sauce
She just wanted an ordinary guy
But she still had a face like Willem Dafoe (x2)
**Verse 2:**
He saw her running to the exit with tears and wanted to comfort her somehow
Her friend chased her in heels, shouting about that guy, “He’s an idiot!”
He dreamed of at least buying her a drink but didn’t have the courage for it
And again he watched the drama unfold and decided – enough of this
He got her number from a friend, sent a message the next day
So she wouldn’t cry over that jerk anymore and maybe they’ll meet someday
He stared at the screen hoping for a reply and it came: “Who are you?”
A guy who wants to get to know you, and he had wet hands and a pounding heart
Success – she wanted to meet the day after tomorrow. And he could hardly believe it when he stood in front of the mirror
He put on his best tracksuit and bought her flowers for a hundred
He saw her smile from afar and that she was probably blushing
And quickly that smile disappeared from her face and now he was blushing because
**Outro:**
He had a face like Steve Buscemi
Or
like Huckleberry’s dog
He longed for chemistry between them
But he still had a face like Steve Buscemi (x2)