21 July 2012
Sometimes I like clubbing! The music, pumping, beat. Tonight, though, I'll get dolled up- To go out with girls and eat.
Slipping on my sky-high heels, A little spark of fun, Curling my unruly hair, And so the night's begun.
A thigh-high sheath dress, See-through tights, Dark red tinted lipstick, It's now the night of nights.
Painting all my toe nails, A crimson like my blood, This is how we girls prepare: To make ourselves feel good.
Oh Lord, my hair is crazy, More than every day, Springing curls and coils, Revolting every which way.
Hunger slightly growing, Anticipation deep, Saying bye to Opuss, Let's see what this night will reap.
Going Out; Bye! • Opuss № I