Forever Beautiful/Pink/Face to Face
Patti LuPone
My Dalí dear
That mad surrealist
He made me beautiful
Forever beautiful
My eyes like gems
Notice, please, each tiny lash
Would you believe
He painted with his own mustache?
Raoul Dufy
A brilliant colorist
He made me beautiful
Forever beautiful
A few deft strokes
Poppy red, then iris blue
In my small way
I do know something of this, too
Made women glorious
Made women glamorous
Used all my art to halt the march of time
I slowed it down a bit
There is no stopping it
But in a painting
It is always your prime
Tamar' de Lempicka
She was bisexual
You see her love for me?
Well, it's subtextual
My lifelong fight
Is to keep my figure trim
But now I eat
'Cause Giacometti keeps me slim
Pink
Is that my only claim to fame?
Pink
My shot at permanent acclaim?
Pink
My legend branded with a rose
Immortalized in posy pink
On Mamie Eisenhower's lips
Pink
On Mrs. Astor's roots and tips
Pink
The boxes packaged in a bow
That cost more than the lotion
Pink
That flash of ardor in a man's embrace
My would-be baby with a rosy face
And rabbits from the test
Who perished for a nursery
Converted to a guest room
Dressed in pink
With an enormous princess bed
Pink
The cherubs painted overhead in pink
Coral pink
Just pink
Which impressionist is her favorite?
Which french perfume does she prefer?
Could we possibly ever bridge the distance?
Fight united for once in coexistence?
Far too often, and to mend our fences?
Too competitive to ever win the race
We cling to our instinctive grudges
Like two horses in an endless steeplechase
Or wipe away the mask of makeup
Just to talk
Not to spar
Man to man
Queen to queen
On a par
In our fall from grace
As we all start to stare
Standing face to face