Poor Borrowed Dress Lyrics
Your friends are fainted-hearted ones and who resent their wealth
At last a proud and perfect son at least starts to swell
Swings and the swan girls in polka dots and pearls
Hearts as hard as punishment, eyes as dim as candles
It's a question of the voice of which you will attempt
One that's there to flatter you the other to defend
You took her down immediately and made her confess
Shame of the wearing of that poor borrowed dress
Now it seems from everything and lies a long and lank
Money can't buy anything, there's nothing in the bank
Put away your crinolines, your silk and your lace
Or hide among your mother's skirts and never show your face
It's a question of the voice which you decide to use
The one that's there to comfort you will always to seduce
You got nothing left to lose and no one to impress
You never looked so fine as in that poor borrowed dress