All these girls smearing on womanhood
Like it's a toy
Parading around in their mother's attitude
Passed down slowly
Through generations
Pantyhose and high heeled shoes
The charade of maturity

Lipstick provides a coat against
Not being noticed
Leaving it's mark wherever it goes
To later be explained to some wife
Why it's on his clothes
Why he's home late again

There's a little bit of spice and swank
In every girl
Just waiting to be uncovered
And dressed up
Shown off
Used with a girlie twist
These woman tools