Mascara
She wasn’t pretty,
She was just all right.
She stayed in daytime
And came out at night.
And though the mirror hurt,
It helped her, too.
A touch of make-up
And her life was brand new.
She knew exactly what she wanted to do
To make all the right things come through.
She wore mascara,
Shadow and a touch of eye-liner
For her smile.
And the rouge she wore once in a while,
It rubbed off on me.
That girl was mine…
She robbed a store for kicks
Last Saturday night.
The guy who owned the place
Was really uptight.
She had the money
And was ready to go.
He mush have known
That she could never hurt a soul.
Still, when she turned to reach
For Revlon’s new line,
He pulled out his pistol
And he shot her three times.
She wanted mascara…
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