In a long red gown,
She walks down the stairs
Where he holds her hands
And ties up hair,
Leaving her shoulders bare.
Dipping in the sunset,
They twirled under the orange rays
And danced away slowly.
On his back tuxedo, she rests her face,
Never wanting to snap out of the trance.
They didn’t need music,
For the deep breaths were pretty real,
As he made her feel pure,
As he made her feel like a lady,
As he made her feel beautiful.