She keeps her cosmetics line up in a row
From lipstick to blushers, too many to know
She paints on foundation until it's like paste
And the glow from her face you can almost taste
She uses mascara to fluff up her lashes
Uses the blusher in waves and in flashes
You can smell all her fragrances from far away
And it takes her forever to start off her day
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