You traced the lines
Of the sparkles on my dress
You laughed and joked
About my costume
When really...
You had it worse
With a spoon on your head
And gold ruffles around your neck
But I loved you all the same
Somehow cutlery
Complemented your figure
In an unfair way
That even a beautiful dress
Didn't help me out
I would sit and wait
In the chair by the fire
Waiting and waiting for you
Sometimes you'd come
And sometimes you wouldn't
But you never left my mind...
