Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
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Glitter Eye
Hey glitter girl
With your silicon lips and innocence ending hips
Your mascara won’t cover
Another disappointing lover
Your biggest fear in life: you won’t be stared at
What cut of cloth are you made from?
When who you are is off the rack
When you’re found in a glass jar
With convenient applicator
Hey glitter boy
In your skinny jeans, your dishelved sheen
Your product won’t save you from growing old
Your biggest fear be told: being ignored by glitter girl
She’s so sparkly, so lost…
She’s cute as a mullet
As cute as a fanny pack
As cute as an infected piercing
As cute as a blind bunny rabbit
That was used to test
Her attempt to be someone
Turn turn turn, to everything turn turn
From fashionable to a lack of dignity
At the alter of style
Turn turn turn
Here I am in my nakedness
My vanity won’t save me
From seeing myself as I am
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
Both your glitter eye and my ugly truth
My ugly truth
It’s as cute as a mullet
As cute as a fanny pack
As cute as an infected piercing
As cute as glitter girl
As cute as glitter boy
Who I need to feel superior to
Turn turn turn, to everything turn turn
From sweet melodies to the ugly truth
Turn turn turn
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