Your fashions running out,
your face is running dry.
Into a pile of used makeovers up to the sky.
Your fashions breaking down,
your face is out of vogue.
Your look is so discreet it never once has been sold.
Oh, and I'll scream
"Okay, Okay!
you really had it coming!"
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