WOMAN IN THE RED DRESS Words and music by Lenny Solomon
© 2000,2004 L. Solomon
Trembling desperation, in every word he spoke
Near and far off places, visions he’d invoke
Of people who had fallen, of his life still in spin
All made up his universe, the play that he was in
His tale of Barcelona, when he was on the drunk
Knives were flashed, chips were cashed, thought his ship was sunk
He sailed the seven oceans, walked the Serengeti Plain
He served up a litany, longer than a train
The woman in the red dress, loved his poetry
Closed her eyes, moved side-to-side, to his verbal imagery
To the woman in the red dress, words weren’t pleasantries
They were the themes that formed the dreams of her memories
Now it’s early springtime, there’s still a touch of frost
She’s hot to hear tonight, what he’s won and lost
To her it makes no difference, he’s never been to Spain
She just loves to listen, to his passionate refrain
The woman in the red dress, loved his poetry
Closed her eyes, moved side-to-side, to his verbal imagery
To the woman in the red dress, words weren’t pleasantries
They were the themes that formed the dreams of her memories
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