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   Every rule 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 have run   And the voice becomes 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 becomes the stitches and the needle and the pins