my dress is pink-colored, my clutch is a pink rose. my hair is permed and my perfume smells good.
gotta wear heels so i look good. waving at my teacher, time for the dance.
i see this particular boy i like, he’s an ass. is he gonna ask me to dance?
it’s time for me and my date to dance, it’s prom night.
dancin' dancin' dancin' dancin' dancin' dancin' dancin' dancin'
walking over to sip some punch, our eyes they meet & my heart stops
fly away my butterflies.
in my mind he hands me a flower with a note attached: “will you be mine?”
he grabs my hand, and walks me over to the dancefloor, until reality kicks in.