I FEEL SO PRETTY

Dressed up in my Sunday best,
I'm waiting for my beau.
I hope he likes my pretty hat,
because I love it so.

This is my very favorite dress;
it's sure to catch his eye,
and the perfume that I'm wearing
I know will make him sigh.

I hope he likes the way I look;
I've brushed my hair for hours.
I hope his eyes light up with love;
I hope he brings me flowers.

We'll take a stroll down lover's lane
and pick a wild red rose.
There's magic in the air today;
I'm sure that he'll propose.

Copyright 2002 Ruth Gillis

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