Blue Dress by Ernie Halter
I love the way that blue dress hangs over your body
soft satin hangs to your hips and its cool to the touch
you ain't afraid of getting your dress dirty
lying on that park grass at night
dew from the ground collects on our skin
and it feels alright
Blue Dress, hair in a mess
girl your making me crazy
Blue Dress, hair in a mess
girl your making me crazy
i confess, i confess
play my guitar in the dark by the rusty old swingset
summer fire burns in the air baby you can almost taste it
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