On a mission for the perfect dress
Something tasteful, or just elegant
When the lights shine down just right
Everyone will stare
Glisten like the glitter
In her hair.

Hang enough in the silver gloves
Yea, it's your dance
Go to pin the flowers to your chest
And you're pricked.

Prove your love by rolling up your sleeve
Paint a lovely future with pen and ink
Everybody's doing it
It's the thing up here
Cool to be the next one
In the chair.