Lyrics

Lip Stick
Started out a happy kidNot much care what others did Oblivious to criticism Payed No mind to cynicism Although the family wasn't richDid not complain or ever bitchHer self worth was still intact Untill that train it jumped the trackCaught up in the obsession Material possession Sold her soul to vanityAnother girl lost to the street Like puttin lip stick on a pigFresh coat of paint hair and titsTo cover up what really isA little girl inside a woman