the fresh scent of perfume fills my lungs with fluid,
the big white door, so close as i run through it,
friday night, me and my friends have a night of passion,
dressing up and sipping tea, talking about fashion,
makeup time, "put a little blusher here, eye liner there",
"go get me my wig, it saves me straightening my hair",
"pick a dress sir" choices choices, "hmmm i love pink",
but there's too many to choose from its getting hard to think,
"ill take that one" "done, ok now ill take it up to your suite",
meanwhile you might want to look at stilletoes for your feet,
from yellow to black, every shade, so beautiful to see,
but i can see this one pair that are just glearing out to me,
perfect fit, omg! i feel like cinderella going to the ball,
but i pulled up in a taxi and im not in the great hall,
i see a couple of my friends, very niice, they look pretty,
so petite, and who knew to choose a dress you gotta be witty,
the nights young, so much to do so much to see,
almost 2 people in one body, but i feel more like me,
this is getting to be a hobby, i'd like it to be summond,
because my only hunger wasn't food, but to be a women,