What will I put in my hair
Of all these dresses what should I wear
Strawberry sweet or amber spice
Which one should I spray
Which one will entice
Which color paint should I put on my face
Which kind of lashes will heighten the chase

I will call my sisters to help settle the scene
To debate about how I may sparkle and beam

What if I called to a sister afar
What if she never heard of living up to such par
What if she has seen so many pursuits
What if instead of beautiful she was only just cute
What if she knew of my dress
For it was her mother she tried to confess
What if she asks much more then I've ever
But her questions are real and they make me tremor

What if I can do more then say sorry
For those sisters who are sold as inventory