White Dress, Black House

She’s been living in a white dress,

since you got down on one knee.

She’s been living in a black house,

since you said, “Don’t touch that door.”

She’s been living alone,

since you saw that babe in a red slip.

 

In her white, white dress,

in her white, white dress that you despise.

In her white, white dress, and her satin heels,

she doesn’t know what else to wear.

She doesn’t know how to walk in a pair of running shoes.

 

She’s on her knees in her white dress,

she’s on her knees in her black house,

she’s on her knees in front of a boy who never loved her.

And what’s she supposed to do

in her white, white dress, in her black, black house

with a boy who never loved her.

 

In his black suit with his red tie and his shiny shoes,

surrounded by a red slip, a red slip, a red slip.

It’s the only thing you’ll stand for

(a red slip)

(when she’s in her white dress).

It’s the only thing you’ll live for

(a red slip)

(when she’s in her white dress).

It’s the only thing you’ll look at

(a red slip)

(when she’s in her white dress).

 

She’d change the world for you,

(in your red tie).

She’d stand up for you,

(in her white dress).

In her white, white dress,

in her white, white dress that you despise.

In her white, white dress, and her satin heels,

she doesn’t know what else to wear.

She doesn’t own a red slip.

 

She’s been living in a white dress,

since you got down on one knee.

She’s been living in a black house,

since you said, “Don’t touch that door.”

She’s been living alone,

since you saw that babe in a red slip.

 

She’s on her knees in her white dress,

she’s on her knees in her black house,

she’s on her knees in front of a boy who never loved her.

And what’s she supposed to do

in her white, white dress, in her black, black house

with a boy who never loved her.

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