Chapman-Whitney
Betty Jean was a beauty queen from way back
Miss Flaky Breakfast Corn of '64
She won a prize in cash and a silken sash still intact
That now looks better on the wall than worn.
But, ooh, when she's down, she'll drape it around
And saunter around, and she feels better.
Long legged Sue revered to be a dancer
Well, one day those lights would hit her name and shine
But a pair of faded tights were a jaded answer
To the memory of ten years of chorus lines.
But when things go wrong, the old man and kids gone
She'll just slip them on and she feels better.
It can never really bring back all those years again
But it saves the tears, enhances their dances
Brings back romances.
Well, now Sue and Betty Jean both had their dreams, of course
Which got lost inside of men and kids and the chores
And those faded tights and silken sash might well be what they wore
But if it makes the dream come true, the memory serves the cure.
So if things seem wrong, they'll just slip them on
And their lives carry on but they feel better.
Sue and Betty Jean both had their dreams, of course
Which got lost inside of men and the kids and the chores
And those faded tights and silken sash might well be what they wore
But if it makes the dream come true, the memory serves the cure.
So if things seem wrong, they'll just slip them on
And their lives carry on but they feel better.
