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Blame It On That Red Dress Lyrics by Gord Bamford
Gord Bamford Lyrics
I’ve tried to figure out
What’s got me here like this
Feelin’ kinda crazy baby
Every time we kiss
But it’s taking off so fast
I don’t know what to do
That low cut thing you’re wearing
Baby just might be a clue
I can blame it on the wine
The smell of your perfume
The way the heads are turning
When you walked in the room
But something’s going on
More then animal attraction at play
It ain’t your eyes your lips your nose your hips
That’s got me in this mess
Blame it on that red dress
[It ain’t your eyes your lips your nose your hips
That’s got me in this mess
Blame it on that red dress 3X (yeah yeah 3rd time)]
I ain’t the social genius
Well it’s comin’ to me now
It goes back to the basics
What makes the world go ‘round
Don’t need to do a study of all the side effects
The shorter that the dresses go the longer are the legs
The things a man’ll do
For a little bit of cloth
He’ll go the whole nine yards
Just to try to take it off
[Thanks to Kelly for lyrics]
[Thanks to Michael Tremblay for corrections]
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