The Dress Enticing On My Screen
Now screen advertisements come with the territory
And taunt me with daily diversity
Grabbing my imagination and desire,
Setting my vanity on a proverbial fire.
There’s a dress, so gorgeous how it calls,
Oh, I have to have that come this fall,
Until my senses crawl back in, I know
It would make me look like a matronly hen.
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