Dark eyeliner in the wrong spot
and dark shadow to match,
they strut around with blackened eyes;
the future’s freshly baked batch.
Makeup applied in a liberal amount
cover-up, concealer and blush.
It’s oh-so-obvious what they’re trying to hide;
it’s their “flaws” from the latest crush.
Find me a girl who knows what she wants;
who feels no reason to hide
behind tubes, sticks and tubs of makeup
who can put blemishes aside.
I laugh at those girls,
the ones with the painted-on faces.
They need to learn a tiny little lesson:
Makeup covers; it never erases.