Make Up

She won't talk to me
ls that because her mouth is painted shut
You have to crack the shell to get the nut
I like the see the face I'm talking to
Instead of always digging through the excrement
Three inches thick of icing on the cake
You only have to taste to know it's fake
You know your more that just an empty wall
You're a work of art right to the core
I know it's just a matter of taste
But there's nothing like make up to ruin a nice face

She won't smile at me
Is that because her teeth were traded in
So she could buy another layer of skin
With all this stuff you're wearing now
Can you still remember how it used to be?
Way back when your face was unique
Before you joined the cult of Clinique
With so much less to hide behind
Think of all the new frontiers you'll find
I know it's just a matter of taste
But there's nothing like make up to ruin a nice face

@Mal Webb 1993