Purple Lipstick
I'm looking bad these days.
I put on make up, wash my hair,
But something strange shows through.
Like the women on the street,
Who wear purple lipstick,
With a scared look in their eyes.
Some carry little dogs,
Others talk to themselves.
One doesn't want to look to close,
Is this what Meth does?
I didn't know,
Nobody told me,
And now its too late.
I wear purple lipstick,
Like the women on the street.
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