In silk,
Eyes to the mirror and floor
Hair, swish against all the black,
Sighing for strong arms with wings on the back
The pretty lace, petal place
All glass and dimly lit
In the plush we sit
In the curtains we kiss
Dreams of skin on skin,
Is this as good as pretty gets?
A hundred looks and a cha-ching fist?
Here goes the dress
Always more hope in a dress