Contextual Analysis of "powder" in Lyrics

lipstick

and paint

the time just seems to fly

keep your powder dry

i've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours

high-priced madness pays the tab

lord it's good to be on my way home. over that horizon she keeps the home fires burin' bright

and the clear moon shines on the prairie that i love

and i became

november 27 turnin' 23

and i became

november 27 turnin' 23

tossed aside. tossed aside. worst shines through

the real you

when it comes down to facing the truth

to blow me to hell without you

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if it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb

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if it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb

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pull off your pantyhose

i share it all with you

oh

gone off that xanny

nowadays i am on

there's only

bones are only parchment paper

and i am just a rubbernecker

for me?

but i love you on that escobar

out tonight

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put on a great big smile

do your thing until you die

in order and line

yeah

she cries on every tune

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i don't wash it