Lyrics:

The same old painted lady
Has pushed from a cupboard into your face
Just like pretty things
Love finally decays
I don't like painted ladies
And I don't like pretty things
And images in the mirror
Always frightening me
Had a vision in a room through a window
In a mirror, looking at two
Looking at me
Walking alone in an empty room
A white one, a fashion
Me I could see through and through
My image, it had faded away
Like the same old painted lady
Pushed from a cupboard into your bed
Just like pretty things
Love finally decays
I don't like painted ladies
Trying to be pretty things
In time they must all fade away
One old faded princess
Sits in the dark with a mirror and a torch
Sewing a picture of childhood
Into her face
Result of her picture
Is totally outraged
Boys don't like the attitude
Of a paper face
The same old painted lady
Has pushed from a cupboard, pushed from your bed
Just like pretty things
She crawls away
I don't like painted ladies
And I don't like pretty things
I can see the wrinkles
On the other side