Sharita loves Make Up

Sharita was running out of make up on this strange night She had put turquoise and purple in her hair all right Her eyelids were painted a lovely grayish blue with dazzle I need more make-up she said, so I can dazzle razzle When most people are getting ready to go to bed Sharita is painting her hair, and painting her head If she was bald, she would put a mural up there She’s unruly and fun with the wildest hair My mother never let me have any make up she told me We were from a church that said let the devil be My mama thought lipstick was a horrible sin If she saw me now, she’d not let me in