No No Babydoll

No No! Babydoll
take a long long look
the tree grows inside you
grows over your almost acting
scratchy smoked-through voice
your make-up so bitter
get up and go... go wash
this look of yours away
No No Babydoll
the master won't come tonight
the show has ended
applause lasted for a while
champagne roses bravo
god in a vip lounge
looked at your breasts
proud of modeling them so
just go and wash this needy look
of your face off
No No Babydoll
these blond hair of yours
blue painted eyes
red bitten lips
just go home
you've dreamt of vanilla skies
but that here it'all there is
not good enough
not bad enough though
we could drink tequilla toast
to absent friends
to absent wishes
to absent vanilla skies
just go and wash it off