Grad Ball Blues... (and violets, and whites...)
It's the first time you'd see me in a dress. It's the first time you'd see anyone in a dress.
The grad ball.
It's the grand night. No one is ugly... In fact, the ugly were like swans... They transformed that night. Heck, you should've seen the teachers! They were "dashing", so to speak. (Except for a certain someone who kinda looked like a bell boy from the hotel... Poor Sir Dayao.) Sir Joemil has been true to the "conyoness" of our section.
The grad ball.
It's the grand night. No one is ugly... In fact, the ugly were like swans... They transformed that night. Heck, you should've seen the teachers! They were "dashing", so to speak. (Except for a certain someone who kinda looked like a bell boy from the hotel... Poor Sir Dayao.) Sir Joemil has been true to the "conyoness" of our section.