She never leaves the house, without a royal blush
She slaps on the pancake, and it’s never too much
Old – Blue Eyes on the hi-fi, now ain’t that a scream
Maximum make-up for the beauty queen

She’s got an affair with a, king size mirror
The lighting’s just right, your perfect deceiver
Cosmetics on standby fakin’ a dream
Maximum make-up for the beauty queen

Black stockings and pink cigarettes
Lips high-gloss, pigeon blood red
10 inch lashes and the finishing touch
A string of pearls, and a Mickey Mouse watch

My – my – maximum make-up
Turns me on and makes me hot
My – my – maximum make-up
Don’t you ever take it off

At the end of the day, when the face runs down
Finally gets tired of lookin’ like a clown
Mascara smears, time for cold cream
Maximum make-up for the beauty queen

My – my – maximum make-up
Turns me on and makes me hot
My – my – maximum make-up
Don’t you ever take it off