Now come on, come all to this tragic affair.
Whipe off that make up, what's in is despair.
So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
You can fint out firsthand what it's like to be me.
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye.
I'll encourage your smiles !
I'll expect you won't cry !