The Pretty Game

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.
Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.

You can bring your powder puff and I will bring mascara.

I’ll arrange your eyelashes to set off your tiara.

You can dust my chiseled face and smooth out all its facets.

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.

Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.

Between us we can glamour up and emphasize our assets

and no one will know underneath we’re wrinkling up like bassets

if you'll just bring your filler-cream and I, my dermagreaser.

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.

Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.

Between us we can strut our stuff for well-accoutered geezers.

If you’ll just bring your scalpel and I contribute tweezers,

you can slice off all my warts while I pluck out your gray.

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.

Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.

Then we’ll hit the geezers up for cash we need to pay

to stretch out all our shrunken lips and vacuum each bomb bay

of blubber packed above our knees and hanging in each chin.

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.

Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.

 

Polish up the trophy shelf and let the games begin

while we enjoy the benefits of mystique feminine

and certainty that over time our plating can’t wear thin.

Let’s all play the pretty game, the pretty game, the pretty game.

Let’s all play the pretty game and give ourselves a reason

to gambol like sweet lambs in spring though it's the slaughter-season.