Bruttina’s looks were very appealing,
But that’s not the way that she was feeling;
So into a mohawk she cut her hair,
Like a hard-boiled egg, it was very bare;
Then she slopped mascara on her eyes,
Until they looked like little black french fries;
She injected her lips to make them thick,
Then caked on some radical red lipstick;
I so wish she didn’t care about fashion,
And would show herself sincere compassion.