In the Mask
My long red dress slid through the floor as I walked
Step by step I wen down the stairs, whispers so loud I heard them talk
My hair was held back by my black mask
I got crowded with questions I was being asked
I slid through for some red wine
A white masked guy held his hand out to mine
My hands on his shoulders and his on my hips
Locked eye to eye and lips to lips
Our masks made us mysterious
In the inside we were delirious
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