(photo by Anne L.)
If Love is a Red Dress, Maria McKee
"(...)You were my angel.
Now, you are real.
So like a stranger,
Colder than steel.
The morning after,
You know what you bring.
If love is a red dress,
Well, hang me in rags.

Oh well.
There goes the fairy tale.
Lord, ain't it a shame?
In all this comfort,
I can't take the strain.

If we played even,
I'd be your queen.
But someone was cheatin'.
And it wasn't me.
I played it on the table,
You held something back.
If love is Aces,
Give me the Jack."

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