I am bedizen with dazzling gems

A sweeping pink flurry of chickens and hens

My first conclusion is; you are new here

For I am glorious and you are too, dear

I click my way in heels, upstairs

To comb my way through tangled hairs

I wrap myself up tight in cloth

To look, myself, just not so goth

And if you follow me, you’ll see

That nothing feels like ecstasy

Than turning to yourself to find

You’ve accessed the mirrors of your mind