I borrowed the locket just for one night.

I would give it back, but after the dance.

my mom came home and lit her candlelight,

She knew it was gone, in just one queck glance.

She hurried downstairs and looked everywhere.

She checked in my room, in the  kitchen too.

She told my dad, he didn't really care.

I only wore it 'cause it was brand new.

I was at the dance, dancing my heart out,

While my mom was at home, crying for her locket.

What if my dad helped her, which I now doubt.

I had to get home and give my mom it.

Wishing she'll forgive me for what I've done. Doing the right thing is better than fun.