MINT CONDITION
I shine my boots with bunker oil
My lashes curl despite the toll
The world's gone gray the sky's gone dim
But I still wear blush on a radiation whim
I'm mint condition despite the fallout
Lipstick steady and the sirens calling out
My seams are straight my brows on fleek
This dame's been fierce for over a week
I iron my skirt with the heat from a flare
And dry my curls in a filtered air
I wear my pearls when a haul's supplies
Because glam survives when the old-world dies
I'm mint condition despite the blast
My eyeliner's sharp and built to last
The world may crack but I refuse to
Chip my polish or scuff my shoes
Powder puff victory sash
Spore proof gloss and a sassy flash
Doom don't dull a classic dame
We put class in collapse and flame
We're mint condition all bunker bells
We flirt with fate and we do it well
So light that flare and swing that braid
We're powdered proud and unafraid