Smooth legs in stockings, a soft skirt that swishes
Wafting about as I sing and wash dishes,
With lace on the hemline, my slip to me clings
How I adore all my sweet girly things
Fresh as a spring breeze my floral print dresses
Knicks hugging tightly, I play with my tresses
Pleats gently sway as they tickle my knees
When I'm alone I can do as I please
Frills and lace take me to much higher places
Calming and soothing, yet fluffy heart races
Lost in my moments of this strange delight
In sweet girly things I feel always so bright
When the night falls, when the clouds whirl
When the sun seems pale
I simply turn into my favourite girl
And then I don't feel so stale
Running my fingers on thighs draped in white silk
It's good to know there are others of my ilk
Swooning in mirrors and facing the truth
It's lovely to slide from a Robert to Ruth!
Shoes with high heels that can make such a clatter
Ankles are twisting but it doesn't matter
Learning to walk in the wonderful way...
Believe me, it takes more than one single day
Fringe down to eyebrows, hair clamped into pigtails
Held in pink ribbons that flutter like yacht sails
Carried away to where I love to be
Sitting and dreaming, hands clasped on my knee.
When the night falls, when the clouds whirl
When the sun seems pale
I simply turn into my favourite girl
And then I don't feel so stale
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