Girl, dear girl, come on wake up
Dab on some powder and make up.,
The show is about to begin
And you will be centerstage for the event.
Smiling, waiting on the rest,
Don't forget the pout, be at your best.
Here a mom, there a wife and a daughter-in-law,
For the boss, of the house, blah, blah, blah.
Sweet adorable girl, you are special coz you do and look so,
Don't forget the blush, it makes you glow.
Care for all…now and then, to and fro,
Crease's for your gown, not you brow.
Wipe that stubborn tear, don't smudge your kohl,
Empty the trash cans, laundry bags, dare not bare your soul.
You are a diva, woman of substance
Who cares? ? If shattered to your elements.
People do bother. for your looks, culinary skills, different facets! ! ! !
Can't show pain or complain, not your best assets.
So, move on for the world, bring out the best stuff,
As for yourself, save a tear or so sans make up.
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