Sit There Looking Pretty

Sunglasses hide the truth behind your eyes Sombrero tilted on tomorrows styled doll Lip stick red rouge alarms the curious Customers curse your beauty as they pass From every angle shoppers lurk in isles California earthquakes shake the store apart People run in fear as you stay frozen there From the storage room new clothes emerge Clerks fly to fondle you with silken skirts Fabrics to make you real as life and just as ready On the show room in living colors black Scarves served up by adoring clumsy staff Layers of lovely colored patterns stream on you Blouses green, a pink negligee for Spring My perfect figurine Stay fixed there while I study you my love Every curve, don't speak a word or move too much That which defines you in perfection on the stool My plastic queen I love your lingerie so dainty soft But not as much as you for being pretty Pretending to be alive as earthquakes rise A figurine, a doll, a figment of my imagination Mannequin