I think it’s funny how you wear
Your hair pulled back just right
With your necklace lying perfectly
On your fake-n-bake skin.

I know who you’re trying to impress,
Gooping your eyes with mascara,
Coating your face with bronzer
That makes you shimmer ten shades darker.

It’s not your boyfriend.

You’re not fooling us.

It’s as exposed as your cleavage.