You are what I need
You are what I need.
The red dress
Silky red dress held your skin close and
I whispered to your wanting ear.
I am jealous of the silk against your skin,
I want to know the closeness of the silk against your soft skin.
You are my morphine, my love.
My needed drug to live.
Pretty does, pretty do
I told you,
my pretty lady,
you make me forget what I saw, what I know.
You make me see silk and lace ,
you make me wish for the utopia of us,
falling into river, of the turmoil of love.
I looked into perfect hazel eyes and I whispered to her.
Pretty does, pretty do.
just beggars for the kindness of a woman.