It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up and brushes her long curly hair
And then she asks me "Do I look alright? "
But I don't say anything because....because.....because I am Hiding
I hate when she goes out without me
I hate when I have to stay and wait at home
But she can find my hiding place very quickly
She picks me up and says "Gomenne, Elmo, Wait, I will try to come back early"
And just before she goes out the door
I think "Yes, mama, you look wonderful tonight !"
