I cut and sew material but never reach success And yet I'm driven onwards to sartorial excess I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing, this I will profess But still it's driving me... It's what my cutie mark is telling me.
My mind is all aswirl, my thoughts refuse to coalesce I'm talkin' all in fancy yet my work has no finesse I know I must complete these clothing orders nonetheless My destiny seems strange to me... But it's what my cutie mark is telling me.
So Twilight can you help me with this problem I possess There's something wrong, it shouldn't take this long to sew, unless I guess there's something not quite right that needs to be addressed My destiny's out of its tree... Not what my cutie mark is telling me.