There is not a single smell or amount of fragrance which would cover the stinch coming from you, for you drank too many a brew. Spray Tiffany thinking your epiphany is all so wise. You wear a mask, and alcohol is your disguise.
Who are are you trying to fool, it is seeping out your pours. Do you think eu de toilette will do?
Oh my that smell is horrid! Do you think the fragrance line from Abercrombie and Fitch will seriously cover up the night, and its glitch?
You had way too much to drink, did you consume the the whole kitchen sink? You stink from head to toe. Do you think Eu De Fath will make it go? No, you need a bath. Soak and scrub, for this is no joke.
You make a horrible drunk spraying your skunk about. Not even Lady Gaga’s scent will mask your sad midnight sagas.
You are so wretched drinking your days away. Trying every flavor in desperation to rid the obvious insanity. You want to try Bumble and Bumble, you whom are not even humble?
Try every perfume to no a do. Every fragrance, every aroma, every scent, nothing will cover the years already spent. Spray Brittany Spears, I hear it smells great. It will not take away the fear in you thinking someone can smell that you are near.
For this tonic you take great pleasure in can not be covered by any single smell or amount of frangrance. For you have become a vagrant.
NO perfume will do…
Oh my wait, there is but one that will make this right. All the years will be forgotten. Enter through the garden’s gate. For the Lord has been waiting. He will bask you in his mercy that is new every morning. He will cover you in his grace, for with him you need not disgrace. Place the bottle down, and trade it for your crown. You smell of beauty, and you are adorned with your Father, and are now in one accord.
A good name is better than a fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth.