beauty queens sleep

♩...There she is, Miss America...♩

My dear, you look pale...
My beautiful dear, you look like a ghost...

♩...There she is, your ideal...♩

She’s tired...
Here, drink this my dear...

♩...With so many beauties...♩

She needs to rest...
Come and rest here, my dear...

♩...She took the town by storm, with her, all American face and form...♩

She’s sleeping...
Let her sleep...

♩...and there she is. Walking on air, she is...♩

Don't touch her...
You'll wake her...

♩...Fairest of the fair she is; There she is...♩

Good night my dear...
I don’t think I'll ever see you again...

♩...Miss America...♩