Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?
 There is something brilliant approaching, onto our patch encroaching
 We'll hand it over, with a YEAH!
 We'll watch the fabric fold, while our beauty you behoooooooooooooooold!

 Yeah! Can you smell it in the air?
 In three minutes it will billow about me
 Cut around to fit so neatly
 Watch how to succeed with the weave
 Behold the cloth that we folded
 With the tape about our shoulders
 [bad word] has been taken in and yeah
 Cut and stitched to make it fit about the hips
 See how the loop is fixed, under cross-stitch
 We wanna look as good as you
 As we race up to the loom

 Pop pop! On the cuffs
 Huh huh! On the hem

 Yeah! Can you feel it in the air?
 Tonight we begin revolving
 at a speed sending skirts ascending
 You cannot contend with the RPM
 Regard the seamstress' insight
 As we twirl into the spotlight
 I am in a state to ovulate and yeah
 Find myself contorted oddly
 So I can learn to love my body
 Position of the shoulder blades deny access to the vertebrae
 Dispel concerns about the fit
 With five pairs of hands to assist the zip

 Pop pop! On the cuffs
 Huh huh! On the hem

 The wheel begins a motion that spins trails on the thread
 And we can make a path along until it takes us to the AH AH AH AH
 Edge of an incision that the scissors will [bad word]  And the voice [bad word] the needle and the thimble and the thumb!

 We can choose the pattern, can identify the page and
 We can choose the pattern that the music will arrange
 And while the spinning of the wheel begins to generate a wind
 The voice [bad word] the stitches and the needle and the pins