Imprisoned by a striped dress
And hide my ugliness with a lipstick named Bordeaux
Know underneath I'm revolting, I must confess
Fraught with cover up in the common dress of the Bourgeois
Peel back the layers
Or put some color on my cheeks
I have proven right to all my naysayers
They gave me all but two weeks
Pearls can't make me pretty
Neither can the weight of gold
I've turned into everyone's pity
Jaded, tarnished, and old
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