Текст Gord Bamford – Blame It On That Red Dress

I’ve tried to figure out
What’s got me in I guess
Feeling kind of crazy
Baby, every time we kiss

But it’s taking off to fast
I don’t know what to do
That low cut thing your wearing
Baby, just might be a clue

I can blame it on the wine
The smell of your perfume
The way there heads are turning
When you walk in the room

But something’s going on
More then animal attraction, it plays, yeah
It ain’t your eyes your lips your nose your hips
That got me in this mess
Blame it on that red dress

Well, I ain’t the social genius
Well, it’s coming to a known
Goes back to the basics
What makes the world go ’round?

Don’t need to do a study of all the side effects
The shoulder that the dress is going longer
On the legs, I can blame it on the wine

The smell of your perfume
The way there heads are turning
When you walk in the room
But something’s going on
More then animal attraction

It plays yeah

Well, the things the male do
Her little bit of cloth
He’ll go the hole nine yards
Just to try to take it off

I can blame it on the wine
The smell of your perfume
The way there heads are turning
When you walk in the room
But something’s going on
More then animal attraction

It plays yeah
It ain’t your eyes your lips
Your nose, your hips
That got me in this mess

Blame it on that red dress
Blame it on that red dress
Blame it on that red dress
Blame it on that red dress