Luyện nghe bài hát A Little More Mascara

Once again I'm a little depressed by the tired old that I see
again it is time to be someone, who's anyone other than me
With the rare combination of girlish excitement and manly
I position my precious assortment of pencils and powders and
So I feel that my place in the world is beginning to crash
I apply one great of Mascara to my rather limp upper lash
And I can cope again, God! There's hope again
When life is a bitch again, and my old sense of humor has up, and gone
It's time for the big switch again, I put a little Mascara on
When I count my crow's feet again, and of this perpetual marathon
I put down the john-seat again, and put a more Mascara on

And ev'rything's dust, bugle beads, ostrich plums
When it's a beaded lash you look through
when I feel glamorous, elegant, beautiful
The world I'm looking at's beautiful too
When my little has a few bumps again
And I need something level to lean
I put on my sling pumps
And wham! This ugly duckling is a
So when my spirit to sag
I hustle out my drag
And put a more mascara on

And ev'rything's ankle straps, Maribou,
worth socking in my gut, and girdling my rear
'Cause ravishing, sensual, fabulous
When Albin is tucked away, and, ZaZa is
When slides down the old tubes again
And when my self esteem has to drift
I strap on my boobs again
And literally give myself a
So when it's cold and when bleak
I simply the other cheek
For I can another day
In slipper satin
To make depression
I screw some stones on my ear
And put my brooches and
And a more mascara on

Sparkle dust, bugle
Ankle straps, Maribou On! straps, Maribou
Ostrich plumes,
Ravishing, fabulous, on! Ravishing, fabulous, on