Look at you, I'm sorry to say,
That you always seem to be away,
Putting on make-up,
Doing your hair,
Honestly, you'd better stop right there.
Come on now, my dearest sweet,
You yourself I'd love to meet,
But no way,
You're too vain,
To ever let anyone know what's in your brain.
Your emotions are always covered,
Your face always smothered,
In make-up and hair,
In mascara and hair.
My sweet, you must be yourself, not the clothes you wear.
So din't get too attached to your looks,
They're not going to stay, read some books,
Become more interesting,
Never anymore give a care,
For your looks, your make-up and your hair.
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