I never saw the dress
the red dress
the dancing dress
the blonde wig
the fluttering false eyelashes
that turned you into Brigitte Bardot
a milk-bar age ago

The chiffon sleeves
the short skirt
the stiletto heels
the pointed shoes
that danced to Elvis tunes
electric flashing jukebox
Blue Suede Shoes
Blue Moons

Red dress
I wish I’d known you
and the girl inside
the girl who sparkled
the girl who jived
the girl who broke young men’s hearts
with a flash of Celtic eyes
the red dress flirting girl

My red dress girl
now breaking old men’s hearts
with your dress locked in an attic
and your blushing youth long gone
in spite of shoes with broken heels
you keep dancing
on
and
on