All these girls smearing on womanhood   Like it's a toy   Parading around in their mother's attitude   Passed down slowly   Through generations   Pantyhose and high heeled shoes   The charade of maturity      Lipstick provides a coat against   Not being noticed   Leaving it's mark wherever it goes   To later be explained to some wife   Why it's on his clothes   Why he's home late again      There's a little bit of spice and swank   In every girl   Just waiting to be uncovered   And dressed up   Shown off   Used with a girlie twist   These woman tools