 Why can't you be true? Oh, Maybelline. Why can't you be true? You done started back doing the things you used to do. A Cadillac pulled up a hundred and four. My four got hot and wouldn't do no more. A gun got clout and started to rain. I tooted my horn for the passing lane. Rainwater blowing all under my hood. I knew that was doing my motor good. Maybelline.