All dolled up
Peroxide and glow
Permanent pouts
Red lipstick
Smeared so thick
Like Paris pro’s
Skirts checked and pleated
Higher than the Eiffel Tower
Chauffeured to train stations
By spoiling parents
Off to find bad boys
And be leered at
By good boys
And old men
Texting girlfriends
Incessantly
Like nervous habits
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I would like to translate this poem
Just brought back some great memories! Nice write!