I race my fingers through my hair

Powder my face

And pretend my pimples are not there

I can’t wait to see him

I put base on my eyelids

I pluck my eyebrows

And put deodorant on my arm pits

I can’t wait to see him

I rub on gloss

Finish my shadow

And pretend I’ve got lips like Kate Moss

I can’t wait to see him

I spray on hairspray

Spray on Magnolia Blossom

And decide I look half- okay.

I can wait to see him

My hair is too big

My lips are too small

And it seems

I’ve got no breasts at all

My shadows not right

It’s not the right blue of night

My perfumes too strong

My nails look like crap

I can wait to see him

I hear a tap on the door

And put on my ugly shoes

Throw on my hideous jacket

And fasten my preposterous earrings

And run down the steps with my giant purse

I open the door

He smiles at me

With his Southern Boy charm

Tells me how happy he is to see me

And extends his arm

I fasten tight

And flash him a smile

He tells me I look lovely

I feel so beautiful

I can’t wait to be with him.