I apply foundation, 
to cover up scars, 
from drinking too much, 
and falling over in bars, 
i then use powder, 
so my face dont shine, 
i love your smile, 
coz i know your mine! 
i then choose blusher, 
too sweep over my cheeks, 
it gives me the confidence, 
to stand up and speak, 
i change my eye-shadow, 
to suit my mood, 
i cover up my bad skin, 
from eating the wrong food, 
then on goes the eye-liner, 
black or green, 
makes me feel prettier, 
than i've even been, 
then it's my mascara, 
i apply it nice and slick, 
being very careful, 
so that they don't all stick, 
lastly it's my lip gloss, 
to give me that gorgeous pout, 
then i get my coat, 
coz me and my mates are going out!                
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