The party was almost happening this Friday night

I was hoping that I would get invited usual fright

Did they leave it under our old wooden house door

Maybe it’s shoved into the useless mailbox I’m sure

All the girls are talking about thee party at his house

Curling the hair and applying the makeup quietly mouse

Thursday came and no paper or voice invite visited me

Crying and staying home from school missing it can’t be

The calls started coming the afternoon of Friday ring ring

He invited me by phone and asked me what I could bring

As I got myself doodled up I could smell the food cooking

My mom helped me and hugged me calling me good looking