[ Featuring the T ]
What a beautiful dress
My sister got it on sale I guess
And I can't help but wonder if someone this nitty, by act of plunder could make themself pretty
I went against protocol, slid it on and stood in front of the mirrored wall
And I cannot describe the bliss
I remember feeling rich just like the swiss, and then somehow I broke a stitch
When she discovered her dress from Milan, that's when the witch hunt began
Looking for someone to convict, the cleaning lady got handpicked
She denied accusations and someone joked, maybe it was your brother
And I choked
I gotta stop, this isn't right
People are losing their jobs, cause I tried on my sister's dress
Although I can't confess, that doesn't make it right
The guilt is killing me inside
I heard about a divorce
Drag was just not something the wife could endorse
Oh I got so scared, for the future I was unprepared
Will I spend my life hiding?
How long could I be abiding?
What could life look like for someone like me?
What could love look like for someone like me?
I gotta stop, this isn't right
People are losing their jobs, cause I tried on my sister's dress
Although I can't confess, that doesn't make it right
Guilt is killing me inside.
