The Dance

We danced the dance of the glitter-stained dress and shiney clean white jumpsuit
And 'twas a shiney glitter stain jumpsuit dance
Involving many intricate smooth stepping steps

And the photos were exceptional
The praises secure
And the arms of my love and her lover were sure

And afterwards there was some incident of bad cologne and cheap breath mints (I guess)
Or windfall angles
(Really I blame it on the poor rotation of some great axis)

Such ended the night of the dancing glitter-stained dress and shiney clean white jumpsuit
Whether you tell it in tales of hot metal crashes or missed cues
Sufficient to know;

The wind plucks the glitter and the night rain unglues the suit
Sending us back to our corners (or rooms)
Brokenlove trapdance ensues