Now is the last beat before the flat line
Now onward we must to sing and fine dine
Now it's up to us to fight and preserve what is left.
Will you do it for the good of all?
Now you must stay and dance this ball.
Now you must smile and relinquish all.
Now it's up to you to catch what you can.
There's nothing for me, it's what I am.
I'll push it to you, inheritor of the looks
Put away your sneers, jokes and books
Put on smiles, fancy lace and niceties
Adopt the facade as is necessity.
Dance the good dance, sister of mine
I've no beauty an that's my crime.
Marry a man with no sense at all
Smile and reel him in at the ball.
Smile and catch his treasure
And a life of indenture.
Smile and catch a fortune at the ball.
He ran away but he may as well have walked because no body bothered to chase him.
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