What is the recipe for a glamorous life?
A pinch of success and an inch with the knife?
A small vial of Botox to blur all the signs
And the right kind of hairdo to smoothen the lines.
Nights on the town, and fun spent with friends
The theatre and cocktails, the joy never ends
Parties post-midnight until early hours
It’s all fine and dandy til morning time sours
One look in the mirror is all that it takes
When glamour has gone all that’s left are the fakes
The lines on your face tell the story that’s true
When glamour has faded all that’s left there is you