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|It ain't your eyes your lips|Your nose, your hips|That got me in this mess|Blame it on that red dress||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|

Written by:
GORD BAMFORD, BYRON HILL, ZACK ROBERT TURNER, ZACK TURNER

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment

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