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It's Hard to be a Cover Girl

I was exiting my high school
And wanted my first kiss
To me this was important
Something no girl wants to miss
I thought that it would help
If my lips were cherry red
So I put on Maybeline
But guys passed me by instead

I thought “Something’s wrong”
And figured I should try
To put the latest Covergirl eye shadow on my eyes
I made it dark and smoky
And high up to my brow
But nothing really changed
I still had no kiss now.

I thought that maybe Revlon
With their newest makeup tricks
Could help me on my way to discover my first kiss
I put on their mascara
That promised lashes long and clean
But this still did not help
No first kisses could I glean.

What’s left but the foundation?
Though I thought my skin was fine
It’s not like I have something to keep hidden all the time
So I tried the liquid bottles
And used the powder too
My skin felt caked with makeup
But what else was I to do?

When my face was all made up
And no kisses did I have
I thought, “It must be my body,
Why not give exercise a stab?”
I did a lot of crunches
Leg lifts and jogging too
But still when I went on the town
No one could I pursue

I looked into a window
And right when I gave up
Some guy walked up to me
And asked when could he pick me up
He had this party later
And needed a date soon
I didn’t look too bad
Would I go with him too?
My heart jumped up inside me
This was my big chance
I said that yes I would,
I was practically entranced.

The party wasn’t fun
He tried getting in my pants
I had my first kiss now
But I also had implants
I got home that evening
And leaned against my wall
I cried off my mascara
This wasn’t me at all

I thought I would be pretty
If I hid inside a shell
Of beauty tricks and makeup
The best products that they’d sell
But I look into the mirror
And don’t see me at all
In fact all I see is some plastic Barbie Doll.
I made the mistake in thinking
That to find my way to bliss
I had to change my being to get my own first kiss

All I got was heartbreak
And let down in the end
I don’t think that I’ll ever
Make this same mistake again
So the lesson of this story
For those who couldn’t see
Don’t let outside pressure
Change your inside being free
All painted and all pretty
I got my mind’s desire
But for all the good it did me
It seems everything backfired.
My heart has not been sated
By a grimy playboy’s kiss
My body that I worked for
Might look good in a bodice
But is it really worth it
When you feel trapped in your own skin?
Is it really better
To be painted? To be thin?
I can’t answer for you
That’s something you decide
But I almost lost my mind
Heart, body, soul, and pride.