i'm watching you slip
on that black borrowed dress
and tell yourself that you
are better than that
one boy you slept with
last week past curfew
who is taking you out
for a night on the town
and you wanted to dress up
and prove that you're worth more
and i'm watching you slip
right into character
right out the front door
into his arms
and i know that tonight
is as borrowed as that
little black dress
you'll take off for him
and tell yourself that it's
only a nightmare
that can be chased away
but he can't, and that dress
proves that you're worth
just the same, never more
and those tears that you'll shed
tonight on my shoulder
after it's over
will not erase
that black
borrowed
dress.