She walks down the catwalk, like a gazelle
She's a princess, does it so well
She knows the game and no-one can tell
She's a back street baby. A back street baby
She's a class act, mixes with the stars
Only hangs out in expensive bars
Got her own chauffeur, don't drive cars
She's a backstreet baby. A back street baby
Oh, she's from the wrong side of the track
Oh, oh man. She used to sell crack
Oh, Oh, Oh. She ain't never goin' back
Cos she's got the face. She's got the face
She's got the face and her face is her ace in the pack
Hitched too young to a twat in a band
He was only fit for a one night stand
Left a few scars but you gotta understand
She's a back street baby. A back street baby
Sat in the park looking her best
She was picked out for a studio test
Head and shoulders above the rest
She's a back street baby. A back street baby
Oh, she's from the wrong side of the track
Oh, oh Man. She used to sell crack
Oh, Oh, Oh. She ain't never goin' back
Cos she's got the face. She's got the face
She's got the face and her face is her ace in the pack
See her on the cover of the latest mags
Jimmy Choo's, Hermes bags
Hi to the money, bye to the rags
She's a back street baby. A back street baby
Finally caught a millionaire
Aston Martin, dyed blond hair
He's so cool, he don't care
If she's a back street baby. Back street baby
Oh, she's from the wrong side of the track
Oh, oh man. She used to sell crack
Oh, Oh, Oh. She ain't never goin' back
Cos she's got the face. She's got the face
She's got the face and her face is her ace in the pack
She's a back street baby, a back street baby
A back street baby, a back street baby yeah... wow