Although the nail polish wound up
looking like a vial of blood
I painted my nails that night
I wanted to feel like a lady.
even though my dress didn't fit
I liked it so much
I made it fit anyway
'cause I was sick of feeling like a baby.
it was beside the point
that my black strappy heels hurt my feet
I'd take them off soon
so I could dance and look sexy
i didn't care that my make up took hours
I made my eyes all smokey so the hazel popped
I painted my lips the same as my nails
and what I did to my hair was simply crazy.
nobody minded what I did that night
my dress clung to my body
and my hair came down in wild curls
they all told me I was pretty.
