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
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