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To the tune of "My Favorite Things" by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers This may be archived/posted anywhere: Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Raindrops on Roses By Pretzelgirl Fresh pantyhoses and heels I can fit in Silk shiny slips that don't show when I'm sittin' Modest length black skirts that curve but don't cling These are a few of my favorite things. Nude-colored shapewear that firms while it girdles Hair gels, perfume smells, and lipstick light-purple Bright golden bracelets that match my earrings These are a few of my favorite things. A touch of mascara to thicken my lashes A mirror full-length to see if my blouse clashes A word of acceptance that lets my heart sing These are a few of my favorite things. When I've been cut When I've been dumped When I've just been had I simply remember these ladylike things And then I don't feel so bad. Sensuous poses that make me look smitten Make-up on faces that break codes unwritten Stuffing a bra till my chest is bulging These are a few of my favorite things. Rose-tinted blushes that don't come from powders Confidence 'nough to convince any doubters Seeing the world as a Queen not a King These are a few of my favorite things. Wearing a wig or a pair of girl's glasses Willowing walking that swishes and swashes Holding my wallet by dainty purse strings These are a few of my favorite things. When I've been hit When I've been hurt When the world seems mad I simply remember these ladylike things And then I don't feel so bad. -- The End -- If you liked this or hated this, please leave a comment. If you enjoyed this, please read and comment on my other stories. Thanks!

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