When There's Work To Be Done But You Have An Idea

Why do I have so many cocktail dresses? I know why But just a passing thought I buy them mostly from wonderful charity shops And I thought how lovely it would be If I existed in the minds of those ladies who work there As I exist in my own mind on the days I buy them They embody me on the days I turn up The me that flickers in and out of view That isn't fantasy but isn't most days There's a version of me That actually even impresses me Unfortunately she's illusive I think she'd be a pain If present all the time And perhaps she's only there When I have had exactly the right amount to drink In exactly the right lighting With the right crowd The me who dances to Wuthering Heights and gets away with it The me who enquires if I'm on the guest list when I'm not and gets a free round of drinks to boot just because of some appreciated edge on my aura My friends see her too It's like "there she is" as soon as my eyeliner goes on It's perhaps all eyeliner And charity shop dresses doing the work But I like to think It's a part of me