Take my picture, draw my faceAnd make me over with purple's graceIf you pass inspection, while wearing laceYou've now acquired your personal tasteThere's nothing left for you to show...Turn out the lightsIt's your time to shineThere comes a time in every young man's lifeWhere you realize you're a womanThere comes a time in every young man's lifeWhere you fight, so let's fightSay, "Wow", you're grayOn the day we get dressed up there's nothing left for you to wearYou've picked out the same design for the last ten yearsYou cannot hide behind plastic wrap, because clearly it's clearYou cannot hide behind make up, it runs with the tears