She shines and she radiates with true glow, so honest more than she knows, herself sheunderrates.With a bell and a whistle she decorates, to bring out less doubt, something more thanwe can talk about now, put it in or fill it out, it's not what you put on, it's not whatyou put on.Oh little darling, why did you pour more on, can't you see your reflection is gold, youdon't need these to shine you up, no, my guilty lily, you're really already an art, crack inthe mirror, split her vanity, her voice grows, echoes, tells us she's a Jane Doe, so usualand ordinary.With a brush and a polish she touches up, her skin she fills in, color imperfectionsand garlands, costumes of gold trim, it's not what you put on, it's not what you puton.Oh little darling, why did you pour more on, can't you see your reflection is gold, youdon't need these to shine you up, no, my guilty lily, you're really already an art, what youwant, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what youwant, what you want.With a bell and a whistle she decorates.Oh, little darling, pour, pour on, little darling.Oh, little darling, why don't you pour, pour on?Can't you see your reflection is cold?You don't need these to shine you up, no.My dearly, dearly, you're really already enough.