[Crystal-clear HD sound, ultra-clean frequency separation, precise wide stereo imaging, tight controlled low end, clean bass definition and powerful bass transients.] [Intro — playful, coy, conversational, lightly bouncing] Blouse? Check. Skirt? Check. Still, something’s missing today. When an outfit needs a little sparkle, I know just where to look— I open Mama’s chest of drawers and peek inside. [Verse 1 — coquettish, lightly staccato, smiling as if telling a secret] “Oh, all right,” she laughs, and brings her jewel box near. “Just one, mind you,” she says, then opens up a world of glitter. Antique glass, pearls and cameos— her box is full of lovely things. Gifts from Papa, gifts from Grandma, and today they lend their glow to me. [Refrain — open, flowing legato, lyrical, gently swelling; sustain the ends of phrases] Mama always says, “You needn’t dress in riches from head to toe. Just wear one beautiful thing, something lovely, something fine— that’s where a woman’s confidence begins.” [Papa’s aside — warm, amused, lightly theatrical, half-spoken] Papa peeks in through the doorway, with a twinkle in his eye: “For the apparel oft proclaims the man”— and my girl should wear our treasures with pride. [Verse 2 — playful, delicate, lightly bouncing] Mama’s brooch, a gift from Papa, violet glass that catches the light. I pin it to my loosely wrapped scarf— there, that feels just right. [Verse 3 — coy and assured, with a little rhythmic lift] Mama wore it with a tailored suit, but I’d like to wear it light. With a simple collarless blouse, let its grand old sparkle shine. [Refrain — open, flowing legato, more expansive; warm swell, sustained phrase endings] Mama always says, “You needn’t dress in riches from head to toe. Just wear one beautiful thing, something lovely, something fine— that’s where a woman’s confidence begins.” [Papa’s aside — warm, amused, lightly theatrical, half-spoken] Papa peeks in through the doorway, with a twinkle in his eye: “For the apparel oft proclaims the man”— and my girl should wear our treasures with pride. [Outro — warm and affectionate, easing gently into the final line] I lift my chin and walk a little taller. “Lovely!” someone says. “Thank you—it’s my mama’s.” With today’s style and yesterday’s jewels, I pin on a little keepsake, like a charm against the day. I wear the memories, too— that’s my kind of fashion.
