Her nails are cut short
Polished with a clear glaze.
Her hair is naturally curly.
But you'll never see it that way.

Hours in the morning are spent
Attacking with a wire brush
flat-iron, hair spray.
To fix the imperfection of curls.
Perfect hair is perfectly straight.

She puts an even amount of blush upon each cheek.
She can't looked too flushed.
Eyeliner has to match up right.
Perfect eyelashes are perfectly curled
And better hold no clumps.

And her lips can never be found chapped.
So she must possess.
Enough peppermint lip gloss
to fill the entire medicine cabinet.

No hair of her eyebrow can be out of place
She won't leave the house
With a single blemish on her face.
Afraid to be seen
For what she is
Imperfect.

Sometimes she won't leave the house for days...

She is an untouched virgin.
She never had a first kiss.
The man she loved would never know.
He married someone else long ago.
Perfect girls don't cry.

Crying makes your mascara run.

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