The lighting in this room
Doesnít do a thing for you
And your complexion.
I'm sorry but itís the truth,
You look like the goddamn living dead
But honestly I donít care
How you do or don't your hair,
You're ugly on the inside.
The makeup that you use,
To catch some eyes and hide your imperfections,
Does little to conceal an ego thatís been bruised many times,
But youíve left it at home with your underwear.
But honestly I donít mind
Who you do or don't tonight,
You're still ugly on the inside.
You've got time to change.
Go ahead and drink those drinks,
Drunk again, someone will drive you home.