We managed it a million years ago.

Has my make-up run?

Lyrics:

It seems like every time I open a magazine
There’s something else I should be doing
And I’m spending so much time in the mirror
Trying to look normal and it’s exhausting.

And I don’t even think we’ve seen the worst,
I sometimes think I could take on the world but first…

Oh my God, my eyebrows need plucking
And oh my God, my legs need shaving
And my pores need cleansing and my skin needs toning
And my boobs need padding and my hair needs combing and
Oh my God, I know a girl who shaves her arms.
She’s got arm stubble, we’re really in trouble.

Has my make-up run? Is my hair undone?
Has my make-up run? Is my hair undone?

Oh my God, my eyebrows need plucking
And oh my God, my legs need shaving
And my pores need cleansing and my skin needs toning
And my boobs need padding and my hair needs combing
My nails need painting and my feet need scraping
Sick of being hassled into getting vajazzled
And oh my God! Oh. My. God.

But even though this song is quite feminist,
There’s still no need to mention armpits.
God forbid! God forbid!

But I’m not brave enough to fix it on my own;
I’m not brave enough to take a stand on my own,
I’m not brave enough to fix it on my own,
I’m not brave enough to fix it on my own.