I go dress shopping
for a dress I'll never wear
to that gala you
invited me to where
Meryl Streep wears
ribbons around her neck
and we call it Patriotic.
I wonder what dress your new date wears.
I'm sure it's plain
and will make do.
You know I make a sweeter
piece of arm candy
than the cure to cancer.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
I go dress shopping
for a dress I'll never wear
to that gala you
invited me to where
Meryl Streep wears
ribbons around her neck
and we call it Patriotic.
I wonder what dress your new date wears.
I'm sure it's plain
and will make do.
You know I make a sweeter
piece of arm candy
than the cure to cancer.
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