As little girls we all dressed up,
Walked around in mothers stuff.

Lipstick was the brightest red,
With fancy hats upon our heads
Now that we’ve grown,We wear our own.

In all the softest colors that we know.
But underneath, we wear much more
And that is what this party’s for.

So for the little girls who’ve grown
And want those pretty things for their own
Come join us as we try them on,
And remember that it is all for fun.


Comments are closed.

Posted by admin
Filled Under: Invitation