I knew a girl once who did the greatest impression of a mannequin.
Her plastered smile was always appealing,
And her painted mask always just right.
Well, I saw her recently
And her plastered smile was revealing
The chipped glue underneath.
Her smile was no longer plastered anymore.
Her face paint was smearing with tears she’d never met before.
As a mannequin, she had never been so broken,
But she had never felt so real in her life.