Princess of the Ball
The black and white ball is on
The twist this year is
You my dear, have to wear men’s cloths
A black suit
You may be the prettiest girl that ever walked the earth
But there is no way you will be a sexy man
You pour your self into those jeans
Throw on a loose T-shirt
Causing men to drool
Making girls wish they were you
But you in a suit, well we will see
I don’t want to see you in the suit
Until the night of the ball
I will however
Make an appointment at the Taylors
No I won’t
I’ll take your measurements and get you a suit myself
It will be my present to you, for the ball
Damn on paper her measurements even look sexy
To the material shop
Ohh wow,
Black pinstripe silk
Finding a walking stick is tricky
Drop into shoe shop she shops at all the time
She is known by name so am I
Hello gorgeous how are you
I want to by my Lady a surprise
And I need your help
Great, thank you very much,
The first thing I know you don’t have here but I need
Are black fish net stocking
Would you mind getting a pair form to fit her pretty please
Awesome now I would like
Shiny Black Stiletto’s with 4” heals
To match this material in her size
Thank-you so much
Come here so I can give you a cuddle
To the beauty shop
Book you in for a
Full body massage
A Facial
Hair wash, perm
And make up
Off to the Taylor
His instructions
Here are the measurements of my beautiful lady
I want you to make her a suit coat with tails
Out of this silk
And a tie as well please
He says no
He will not make anything from paper
He wants to see her
I agree with term
She is no to know what is being created for her
He agrees, she’s booked in
She has been to the taylor
She has been fitted
And she doesn't know why
The morning of the ball
Everything is ready
We just have to make it happen
My Sweet I have made you
Raisin Toast
Squeezed orange juice
And Tea for a change
Put on your favorite jeans and T
You have a big day
Opening the car door for you
After stopping at the beauty shop
Where I must leave you for a while
Your Shoes look awesome
Love the Stocking she got you
The Formal Tails and Body Suit is wicked
Entering the Ballroom
Standing at the top of the staircase
The music stops
The men gaze in awe
The girls stare in envy
You my dear are
The Princess of the Ball
Let’s party
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