in honey and smirks
shiny red circles
whatever the hell works

You dress them
in polka-dots and stripes
sweet short song
whatever's their type

You dress them
in lace and bow
quick footwork
whatever makes 'em go

You dress them
in candle and gaslight
sunup to sundown
with wings so they take flight

You dress them
lies in sprinkles and cream
But I see through the guise
and all your sweet schemes