Sara-Beth, is scared to death. As she sits holding her mom. 'Cause it would be a mistake. For someone to take. A girl with no hair to the prom. For just this morning, Right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise. She cried when she gathered it all in her hand. The proof that she couldn't deny. Sara-Beth closes her eyes. She dreams she's dancing, around and around, without any care, and her very first love is holding her close. And the soft breeze is blowing her hair.
It's quater to seven, that boy's at the door. And her daddy ushers him in. When he takes off his cap, they all start to cry. 'Cause this morning where his hair had been.
Softly she touches just skin.
-(Sara-Beth/ Skin)