When it comes to male musicians, that lack of knowledge translates directly into clueless song lyrics. And there are, surprisingly, a lot of them. Here are just a handful: Um, excuse you: Whoa there, boys. That makeup’s not there to “cover up.” Don’t question her level of confidence based on her desire to wear makeup. That’s just silly. Um, excuse you: She’s not buying expensive shampoo for its scent, dude. She’s just trying to avoid cheap wax and parebens over here. Now let her spend her money how she damn well pleases. Um, excuse you: Oh, please — she’ll try whenever she feels like it. You probably won’t even be there to witness it most of the time. Um, excuse you: YOUR GIRLFRIEND. DOES NOT. WEAR MAKEUP. FOR YOU. K, bye. Um excuse you: Rod, calm down. There really isn’t such a thing as too much mascara. And it’s really none of your business, anyway. Um, excuse you: No she cannot, because that’s fucking impossible. YOU try to put on lipstick in a moving vehicle. It won’t end well. Um, excuse you: That’s concealer you’re thinking of. Concealer. Um, excuse you: Where the hell is she putting her lipstick? On her eyes? Um, excuse you: I have a hunch Hank is the kind of guy who complains about how long his girlfriend takes to do her makeup but tells her she looks ill when she saves the time and goes without. Um, excuse you: She’s actually there to buy tampons.
title: “10 Times Song Lyrics Written By Men Got Beauty Really Wrong” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-21” author: “Audrey Rizzio”
When it comes to male musicians, that lack of knowledge translates directly into clueless song lyrics. And there are, surprisingly, a lot of them. Here are just a handful: Um, excuse you: Whoa there, boys. That makeup’s not there to “cover up.” Don’t question her level of confidence based on her desire to wear makeup. That’s just silly. Um, excuse you: She’s not buying expensive shampoo for its scent, dude. She’s just trying to avoid cheap wax and parebens over here. Now let her spend her money how she damn well pleases. Um, excuse you: Oh, please — she’ll try whenever she feels like it. You probably won’t even be there to witness it most of the time. Um, excuse you: YOUR GIRLFRIEND. DOES NOT. WEAR MAKEUP. FOR YOU. K, bye. Um excuse you: Rod, calm down. There really isn’t such a thing as too much mascara. And it’s really none of your business, anyway. Um, excuse you: No she cannot, because that’s fucking impossible. YOU try to put on lipstick in a moving vehicle. It won’t end well. Um, excuse you: That’s concealer you’re thinking of. Concealer. Um, excuse you: Where the hell is she putting her lipstick? On her eyes? Um, excuse you: I have a hunch Hank is the kind of guy who complains about how long his girlfriend takes to do her makeup but tells her she looks ill when she saves the time and goes without. Um, excuse you: She’s actually there to buy tampons.
