Beautiful Belinda Belle
Blond bombshell
She sells Avon day to day
She’s aesthetically refined
Cosmetically divine
She’ll revolutionize the world someway
With her compact contusion blushes
And masque shades of multi-layered pain
Yes, the first important step
To a beautiful knew-you
Is the proper foundation
She’s manufactured her face so meticulously
I’ve seen such empty whored-art in billboard industry
She stuffs the appetites of thousands who’ll objectify her
which compliments their massive capitalistic appetite
For constant gratification
She’s been schooled with all the other perfect, broken porcelain dolls
Inside of mother’s locked glass cabinet
And all around are scrutinizing funhouse mirrors
She’s scarred beneath a caked on paste
She’s afraid to go home
Because she’s not sure where that is
She’s punishing herself by looking beautiful
By running into his arms
The jade shame in her eyes still shows
Beneath the rouge and blush
Beautiful Belinda Belle
Blond bombshell
Just graduated at the top
Above the lesser low-shelf dolls
She now sells door to door, by phone, in chat-rooms
And whores around on infomercial, web cam auctioneer for her hooked addicts
Family men n’ business types that haven’t found their God just yet but lost daughter years ago, while focused on their own big dreams, the mood is set
She’s obsessed with being main stage pop queen
She’s starving to be scene!
She hardly sleeps at all
For every layer must dry
If she smiles, she will crack
She can’t afford it
The cost to reapply
But she’ll always exit stage left
The storm gray flooding sorrow in her vanity mirror eyes will probably never subside
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