Some Dresses

Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?

There is something brilliant approaching, onto our patch encroaching

We'll hand it over, with a YEAH!

We'll watch the fabric fold, while our beauty you behoooooooooooooooold!



Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?

In three minutes it will billow about me

Cut around to fit so neatly

Watch how to succeed with the weave

Behold the cloth that we folded

With the tape about our shoulders

Every rule has been taken in and yeah

Cut and stitched to make it fit about the hips

See how the loop is fixed, under cross-stitch

We wanna look as good as you

As we race up to the loom



Pop pop! On the cuffs

Huh huh! On the hem



Yeah! Can you feel it in the air?

Tonight we begin revolving

at a speed sending skirts ascending

You cannot contend with the RPM

Regard the seamstress' insight

As we twirl into the spotlight

I am in a state to ovulate and yeah

Find myself contorted oddly

So I can learn to love my body

Position of the shoulder blades deny access to the vertebrae

Dispel concerns about the fit

With five pairs of hands to assist the zip



Pop pop! On the cuffs

Huh huh! On the hem



The wheel begins a motion that spins trails on the thread

And we can make a path along until it takes us to the AH AH AH AH

Edge of an incision that the scissors will have run



We can choose the pattern, can identify the page and

We can choose the pattern that the music will arrange

And while the spinning of the wheel begins to generate a wind