Every morning I manage to
Brush shadow on the eye,
Paint lips ready to kiss-No
It is not enough.
A new rouge
Will this give me what I seek?
It promises beauty and more,
Who doesn’t want to be adored?
So every morning I manage to
Brush shadow on the eye,
Paint lips ready to kiss,
Blushing hue on my cheeks
Smiling, I am beautiful.
But one look in the mirror,
For all can see,
I am not a beauty yet,
I am no princess or queen,
Is this the new mascara that will give me more?