Three hours to go, and excitement prevails
So much to do, my hair, my nails.
My wardrobe reveals an array of dresses
So, over the top, my mind confesses
I tremble with excitement
I cannot steady my hand
I need careful precision, an elastic band
To tie back my hair, lest it falls in my eyes
And clog my mascara which wouldn’t be wise
I’m scrubbing my face, so it’s smooth to the touch
I do not get out very much
All this preparation will stir a debate
As I try to explain why I am running so late.
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