In the morning, I powder the creases of my face
To pretend that I'm a woman of beauty and grace
Lips glossy like pink virgins wearing frocks
That caress when I open my mouth up to talk
Mascara turns my lashes into lean burlesque dancers
Stilettos flashing, travelling circus black panthers
Four streaks of navy liner, two on each eye
To count for each time that a fool's made me cry
I paint on my eyebrows and waft them to dry
I dab on some glitter that smells like sweet pie
I cover my nude nails with a honeyed glaze
A timid grey that inhales the sun's rays
In the morning, I reinvent my entire face
To pretend that I'm a woman of beauty and grace
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