A debutante or deb (from the French débutante, "female beginner") is a girl or young lady from an aristocratic or upper class family who has reached the age of maturity and, as a new adult, is introduced to society at a formal "debut" presentation. Originally, it meant the young woman was eligible to marry, and part of the purpose was to display her to eligible bachelors and their families with a view to marriage within a select upper class circle. Debutantes may be recommended by a distinguished committee or sponsored by an established member of elite society.
Debut presentations vary by regional culture and are also frequently referenced as "debutante balls," "cotillion balls" or "coming-out" parties. The male equivalent is often referred to as "beautillion ball." A lone debutante might have her own debut, or she might share it with a sister or other close relative. Modern debutante balls are often charity events: the parents of the debutante donate a certain amount of money to the designated cause, and the invited guests pay for their tickets. These balls may be elaborate formal affairs and involve not only "debs" but junior debutantes, escorts and ushers, flower girls and pages as well.
Wake up,
it's morning,
the light's come, the world's here!
The brothers
laugh
and try to fight for
each others lives.
Silence,
the city lets you
rest.
I was thinking of you and
where you're resting your head
and how your happy there.
I left for work but drove past and kept on.
I understand you're looking for someone.
My eyes rove slowly all around
for signs that led my back to this house.
Remember what you came for tonight.
I've been waiting up for so long.
The world - the one you love now - is all grown.
And no one here can tell you what's wrong.
So good of you to shout it out loud.
You laughed it off and told me it goes slow.
Now you call when I don't have the time
and you write when I'm over my head.
I came late.
They've gone
away,
but as I recall we all move on.
old friend,
I've been lost since,
we shake hands
and he says as I recall we all move on.
can't wait,
my bones,
they break.
And it's
my day,
and as I recall we all move on.