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Pretty dress, pretty hair
Standing quiet on the stair
They all smile, they all stare
Nobody asks if I care
I learned the steps so easily
It’s just another recipe
This is my turn
My turn to shine
Wife of the hour
Part of the design
This is my turn
I play it sweet
Nobody sees
The teeth underneath
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the quietest of them all
I hold still, I hold tight
I learn to love the spotlight
I learned the game so easily
It’s just another recipe
This is my turn
My turn to shine
Wife of the hour
Part of the design
This is my turn
I play it sweet
Nobody sees
The teeth underneath
And when he falls
When he falls
I’ll be the one who caught it all
This is my turn
My turn to rise
You think I’m glass
Look in my eyes
This is my turn
Sharp and clean
Finally seen
Finally seen
