Too Much Makeup

What will it take for you to wake up? A month or two or three What will take for me to shake you up girl? Tell me, what have you got for free? I can hardly see through your makeup But that's how i want it to be I can hardly tell what you're made of Please don't take this for granted But at least a seed wasn't planted I can see how the stardom It turns to boredom It's not your lips It's not your eyes It's not your boots And it's not your disguise It's not your money It's not your fame It's not your looks And its not your name It's not your rhythm It's not your guile It's not your friends Though they make you worth while You got some class and you got some heart