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PROM NIGHT


going To THE pROm
OnE oF tHE fIRSt stEPS
tO INDEPEDENce fROm
dAD AND mOM
LOokiNG like The Bomb


dressed SO EleganTLy
wEARING mY Boutinniere
dATE oN MY aRm
GoIN out
iN STYle
FoR a wHiLE


oNE Night Of bLisTERING fuN
pHotoGRAPHs TaKEn
We Are # oNE
THE NIGHT IS StILL yOUNG


All My fRiends Are Here
dRESSEd To The 9s
Prancing LiKE a GazellE
Looking ExtrAorDinarily FinE
As An aGed DyNAMIC
CAREFULLY cHoSen wiNe


CAN'T sTOP dANCing TO
tHE rhythm oF tHe BeaT
iT is mY PROM Night
GoT oT Stay on The fLoor
Until tHAT oNE Last Treat


Awwww YES!
hERe iT IS
wHat iS Going tO mAKE tHE NIGHt
tAKe Flight
hugging hER TighT
SmellING tHAT sWeet perfume
Feeling hEr chEEkS
aGainSt minE
oN a CLouD
JUSt aS ProuD
DoN't WANt tHe eVeNIng
To enD


THAT LasT SLOOOOOOW DanCE
Has MadE thE night SHIne so SWeeT
NOW wE Can GO gracefully
Satisfied TO oUR sEATS

Written by Everett Lacey

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