I found myself in Paris
She said in monful silence
By midnight came an out but
So much louder than I clap but

She said: Make-up is a lie
Oh, make-up, make-up is a lie
Oh, make-up, make-up is a lie
Make-up is a lie

I soon returned to Paris
To the carriage of the poets In her mind of blank reclusion
Until the same explosion

Make-up is a lie, oh
Make-up, oh, Make-up is a lie
Oh, make-up, make-up is a lie
Make-up is a lie

Ten years past and burden
I make my way to Paris
To stand before her gravestone
I read the words in granits
(One, two, three, four, five)

Make-up is lie
Oh, make-up, make-up is a lie
Make-up is a lie
Make-up is a lie
Oh, make-up is a lie
Make-up is lie
Oh, make-up, makeup is a lie
Make-up is a lie
Make-up is a lie
Oh, make-up is a lie