What's shall I wear?
I'll comb my hair
I'll ask my spouse
They do not care
I'll wear a hat
Look good in that
Take off my glasses
No blind as a bat
Fake fur like a cat
Ask strangers, chat
Do I look fat?
They do not want to answer that
I'll have to diet
On the quiet
What do I weigh
I dare not say
Surprising what
Mirrors don't show
What only I
And my unerwear know
What am I saving this silk dress for
Who can remember what I wore
They can't even be sure
If we've ever met before
What Shall I wear
I'll wsh my hair
Dress for an imaginary
Milionaire - or billionaire
Sometimes you are dressed up in dreams
But the world's not what it seems
Your clothes are splitting at the seams
And the president is wearing jeans
In dreams I am dressed like a queen
My clothes are not vintage has-been
My wardrobe's like theaatre scenes
Each dress has pockets full of dreams.
-ends-
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