Second part. Same dress but new shoes. They sparkle sparkle; it was flawless the first time, so. Twirl on the spot, unleft to such revolution. Eyes poised, head pose, do not make a face. Too much and the make up turns clownish, and that would be too much to make the rest up from there again. Everybody must be looking by now. So, bring the lid down, time before they start telling these things apart. The accompanying melody goes quiet. No mirrors at bedtime, please. Perhaps a new dress tomorrow?
Second part. Same outfit but new shoes. They sparkle sparkle; it was fitted the first time, so. Unfurl from the spot, left in this self-making resolution. Eyes out, head up, do not look at the faces. Too much and the made up things will turn out for you, and this would be too much to make the rest up from there again. Everybody should see by now. So, bring the expectations up, time for them to start telling you apart from all these things. The accompanying population goes quiet. No second thoughts at bedtime, please. Perhaps it will be even better tomorrow?