The Masterpiece

I'm starin' at the clock, it's tickin' like a bomb

My patience runnin' thin, like an over-stretched trombone

She's fussin' with her eyeliner, tryin' to get it just right

But I swear, if we miss this movie, there's gonna be a fight

I'm beggin', "Honey, please, just a little less blush"

But she's blendin' away, like she's paintin' the Sistine hush

She says, "Babe, you know I gotta look good for the gram"

I'm like, "But we're already late, don't give a damn!"

Waitin' for my girl to finish her makeup, it takes forever

But I love her anyway, no matter how long it takes her