At times we try too hard to impress the world
Layers of make-up, do i look good?
I want him to like my body
So this girdle i should
Squeeze my organs so a man can compliment me
Just to go back to the motel 6 and give away
My most prized possession
Next morning i cry while uber home
**** this make up my ribs are bruised
No name no number i feel used
But today's a new day so let me choose
The color lipstick for the day
He loves dark blue, thats my bae
He said he on the way, but now 45 minutes ill wait
Night skies hover the earth
He finally came with excuses
So first where you been
He said he texted me but it didn't send
working babe his famous reply
i can see through him i know that was a lie
He's high
I was wett now im dry
Guess another waste of the day
Smeared lipstick anyway
But tomorrow is a new day.