Make-up is a Lie

I found myself in Paris

She sat in mournful silence

By midnight came an outburst

So much louder than a cloudburst

(She said)

Make-up is a lie

All make-up, make-up is a lie

All make-up, make-up is a lie

All make-up is a lie

I soon returned to Paris

To the garret of the poet

In her mind of blank reclusion

Until the same explosion

Make-up is a lie

All make-up, all make-up is a lie

Oh, make-up, make-up is a lie

All make-up is a lie

Ten years passed in boredom

I made my way to Paris

To stand before her gravestone

I read the words in granite

(One, two, three, four, five)

Make-up is a lie

All make-up, make-up is a lie

Make-up is a lie, make-up is a lie

All make-up is a lie

Make-up is a lie

All make-up, make-up is a lie

Make-up is a lie, make-up is a lie

All make-up is a lie