Lyric

Tonight, the party’s at Glitter’s place

The fairies roll in, full of grace!

They’ve all been invited, every last one

To the wildest ball under the moon and sun!

Fairy Brile runs, her heart all aflutter

Fairy Paschier complains, “Too many letters!”

Fairy Conde arrives in her maternity dress

A round little belly, soon a baby to bless

Fairy Tarde shows up at two a.m

A bottle in hand, wings all mayhem

Fairy Cée, the cheeky one, eyes every rear

Handing out slaps with a mischievous cheer!

It’s the ball of the wacky fairies… all delirious

It sparkles, it screams, it’s quite mysterious!

With bass, with spells, and wine so divine

Tonight, everyone loses their mind!

Fairy Ria dances the Sevillana

Twisting her castanets — ¡Hola!

Fairy Tide smells a little strange

Claims her scent “Narcose” is all the range

Fairy Niasse naps in a cozy corner

On a cushion, flopping like a mourner

Fairy Line, the cuddly cat, rubs her friends

Purring, hypnotizing… mischief never ends!

Fairy Lation whispers, full of allure

Promises no one can quite be sure

Fairy Stive throws confetti on the floor

Turns the ball into a huge uproar

Fairy Nomène, the stage starlet, gleams

Selfie after selfie, living the dreams

Fairy Raille, pierced and inked, so wild

MetalCore beats, she rocks the style!

It’s the ball of the wacky fairies… all delirious

They fly, they sing… they sip, so mysterious!

With bubbles, laughter, chaos in the night

No one can tell what’s real or light!

Fairy Erique lights up the show

Stars and wishes, everywhere they go

Fairy Licitation compliments everyone

Even the awkward, the lost, the blondes having fun

Fairy Tichiste, high on her heels

Collects boots and slippers, spinning her reels

Fairy Lée laughs, breaks mirrors with delight

“Seven years bad luck?” — she thinks that’s right!

Fairy Cale prefers the restroom scene

Fairy Minine fixes her hair, sly and clean

Fairy Romone perfumes the air around

Turns everyone wild with a primal sound

Fairy Roce, fierce, in ripped leather attire

Ready to wrestle, sparks the fire

Fairy Froid blows a cold winter breeze

The chandeliers freeze, the ball turns Arctic with ease

Fairy Néante won’t bother to dance

Devours petits-fours, rosé in her stance

Fairy Rmentation bursts with glee

Her bubbles lift her, floating free!

It’s the ball of the wacky fairies… all delirious

With them, the night’s sparkling, so mysterious!

Under the moon, their wings crumpled, they glide

Dancing, drunk on freedom, nowhere to hide!

At dawn, no fairy left standing

Feathers, rosé… scraped knees, unhanding

Magic? Or just one enchanted hangover?