It’s small or large or square or round

White or pink or brown

It contains all that a lady needs

For a night out on the town

 

What it holds in its deepest depths

The lady will not say

But it provides all that she needs

To keep the years away

 

It’s supposed to be a make up bag

Looks like a haversack

We know there’s powder, paint and stuff

Cream, lipstick and facepack

 

When ladies go out for the night

They have to rise at eight (A.M)

To apply the coats of make up

And ensure that she’s not late

 

It’s a magic transformation

From working Mum to star

The type of Slinky Siren

Men worship from afar

 

But please just heed my warning

The day is drawing nigh

When even THE CEMENT FACTORY

Won’t stop the years roll by!