The Last Dance

Painted Glass

The Last Dance


Put that sparkle in your eye 
Put a smile back on 
your lovely face 
Sunday dress and black shoes 
polished to reflection 
The image of a princess 

you are ready now 
to charm the world 
Painted glass you are 
and beautiful 

In center stage you shine 
for everyone to be impressed 
And you say such things 
the world looks up to you 
In your sweet-girl daddy's pride and apple of 
your mother's eye 
You are exactly what 
the world says you should be 
And in your dressed-up 
fool the world time 
Paint your mask 
to hide the black time 
You cry hardest when you know 
that it's not you 
that you wear 

Put your sweet girl on 

lose yourself to 
the world's demands 
Where are you 
in this masquerade? 
Put your sweet girl on 
painted glass you are 
Are and beautiful 

What do sweet girls say 
when the world becomes a mirror of painted glass 
and all those sweet girl things 
What do sweet girls see 
living in a world of pictures 
painted as the sweet girl 
hopes to be