Generation Overload
Dying hair and painting nails;
Makeup, shoes, and clothes for sale;
It's all that we ever think about;
Stuck in our generation;
You can't blame us, but if you must;
Blame yourselfs.
You raised us on looks, to forget our books;
It was you who misguided us.
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