A Suit of Poutine
Pop n Foodie
In A Suit of Poutine, a woman loses touch with reality and crowns herself queen in an outfit made entirely of fries, curds and gravy. She parades through town certain of her own glory, until the prospect of people coming to take her away leaves her pleading for the queen in her poutine suit not to be shot.
Lyrics
I made it myself, with a golden hand
Each fry a soldier, taking a stand
The cheese, it sang when it met the heat
Said you're the chosen one, you're complete
The gravy whispered, soft and low
Wear me proud, the world will know
My Poutine Suit, My radiant flame
The world will chant my dripping name
Oh, fries and curds, my loyal guard
Together we will march so hard
They'll try to stop me, but they can't
I've buttered fate, I've heard it chant
They'll bow when I walk through the square
The air will smell like love, and glare
The napkins tremble when I pass
They know I'm more than bone and mass
My Poutine Suit! The queen of light
Gravy rivers through the night
Let them mock, let them stare
My destiny drips everywhere
I can hear the fries, they hum my tune
I can see the cheese beneath the moon
The gravy laughs, you've done it, dear
And I spin through applause only I can hear
My Poutine Suit! My soul, my skin
The future's fried, and I'm within
No silk, no pearl, no satin root
Can outshine me, in my Poutine Suit
I'll sleep tonight in melted gold
Wrapped in warmth that never grows cold
And when they knock, I'll say shhh, don't shoot
You'll stain the queen, in her Poutine Suit
