Tina Fey wore my dress, the royal blue one.
Tina Fey wore my dress, the soft silk feminine one.
Tina Fey wore my dress, my dreamy favorite party dress.
Tina Fey wore my lovely, small waisted dress.
Tina Fey wore my Grecian goddess dress…all over L.A..
No one had to tell me they saw her in my special dress.
If you lived here, or visited here, last year,
you would have seen Tina in my dress to die for.
Wherever I went, there she was…in my special dress of blue.
She was appearing in my romantic dress all over town.
That’s what may happen, if you part with your favorite dress.
It may show up without you, in places you never dreamed of.
Oh, oh, oh, that royal blue, soft silk feminine dress, with its Grecian drape
and my once tiny waist… I floated like a Chagall gal, in small town, USA.
How did my favorite dress make it into the big time? It’s a mystery to me.
Oh my, oh dear, oh suck it up, I should never have parted with it, it’s clear.
Tina did not do it the justice it deserved, even if she wore it on the big billboards,
and the big screen. I admit my dress did look good on her,
but not as good as it looked on me.
It was not supposed to be a Hollywood actress dress.
If I ever see Tina, I will ask if she’ll regift it to me. I will take better care of it,
not let it get in a fight. It needs to be protected, just like I do.
Tina may say I’m an Indian giver, and maybe I am.
I just need to dance in it once more in the movie of my life.
M. C. Lubow