You wore a red dress completely soaked through
and now there's mud from the cemetery caked on my dancing shoes.
Oh you, your red dress and I in my fancy shoes.
Your eyes are like lightning and they watch my every move.
I feel I won't be speaking this day... I feel I won't be speaking this day.
and now there's mud from the cemetery caked on my dancing shoes.
Oh you, your red dress and I in my fancy shoes.
Your eyes are like lightning and they watch my every move.
I feel I won't be speaking this day... I feel I won't be speaking this day.