Tired of this thing

I don't have anything to prove

My lipstick is called move

I wear it to perfection 

No one has seen me in it 

But the guys

The girls so ready to be stupid 

'bout this stuff

Some have compliments

But I'm wanting their guy

Bend me over 

Stick me 

Treat me like your wife

I'm the perfect mistress in lipstick

I don't need to wear mascara

Or use an eyelash curler 

I'm tricky that way 

I have lashes 

And I'm circurmsized

I'm bold and I'm trashy 

And other times I feel the light

But that doesn't stop my mind racing 

About your guy

You should no I'm insane in the membrane

I'm one crazy bitchy lady/boy mess

I sleep and I'm lazy 

But I can't get enough of this 

I wear Gucci and Prada, Versace 

And Dolce & Gabbana, Balenciaga 

Jean Paul Gaultier, and Misonni 

Moschino, Maison Margiela and Valentino

I don't mean to boast but hey

If you can do it so can I 

But I've tired of this thing