Best Face (or Best Face In The Place) is a track released by Dirty Pretty Things on their second, and final, album, Romance at Short Notice , in June 2008. In a review of the album, the NME said; "Consequently, the album’s highpoints have an exciting edge: ‘Best Face’’s Clash thrash, funk rhythm, and irresistably melodic chorus is terrific, with a raging end where Carl incomprehensibly screams, "you’ve had your fucking swan- song!""
| Romance at Short Notice |  Dirty Pretty Things | Album | 2008-06-30 |
Shock after shock from the snake she bites
Happy hour downtown ladies night
With your townie boys who make your brethren fight
Night after night after night after night, go
Come on sweetheart come on sweetheart oh
It's an eye for any eye 'neath the hurricane sky
How will you find me a lover in time?
With your muscle vest clad lads who nearly fight
Close off your senses and turn out the light
Turn out the lights
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script, she said
You can have what you want
Heed this sound advice
No, don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Well, the skit's the same but the face is new
oh-oh
All the crying tarts who step on broken hearts are all you get
The drinks go on and the beat's resounding
The drinks go on and the beat's still sounding
Come on darling, come on darling, come on sweetheart, oh
You look pretty, pretty fit
For a pedestrian pounding
This nightclub's still shit,
But be wary of the gypsy boy you're mounting
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script, she said
You can have what you want
Heed this sound advice
No, don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Well, the skit's the same but the face is new
oh-oh
The best, that's what you'll get before
The walk of shame tomorrow
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
Your monkey lot they tumble around
You dance your fucking swan song
You dance your fucking swan song
You dance your fucking swan song
To a blundering oracle
So here's to your future
And your awful wedded wife
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script, she said
You can have what you want
Heed this sound advice
No, don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Well, the skit's the same but the face is new
oh-oh
