Updated: Sep 10, 2018

Practice perfect, lady, poise. Practice perfect, not a noise. Straight and present, paint the stage. Stretch your voice, frame your face.

Practice perfect, what’s for show? Little doll, they cannot know. Plastic figure, step and swing. Silver smile, tug my strings.

Past the drapes, armour gleam. Touch ups done, still their machine. Heels flat now, but up right all. Perfect practice, curtain call.

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