The lighting in this room doesn't do a thing for you and your complexion

I'm sorry but it's the truth

You look like the God damned living dead

But honestly I don't care how you do or don't your hair

You're ugly on the inside

The make up that you use to catch some eyes and hide your imperfections does

little to conceal an ego that's been bruised many times

But you've left it at home with your underwear

And honestly I don't mind who you do or don't tonight

Your still ugly on the inside

You've got time to change

Go ahead and drink those drinks drunk again

Someone will drive you home