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Summer Dress of Green – Tracey Bunn / Peter Hayes

CH: Will someone call the cops, a robber’s running free
In a summer dress of green that matched her eyes
I didn’t get a look but I know just what she took
In a summer dress of green that matched her eyes

I was drawing down on a cigarette
Before I went and placed my bet
Twelve to one on Heartbreak for a win
The odds were high but so was I
I was counting chickens before they fried
Or something like that you know what I mean

I bounce my luck so I’ve been told
Sometimes turning shit to gold
But man, today I’m surfing on a wind
So I double down for a place as well
Cross my fingers, sure as hell
Here comes Heartbreak round the bend

CH: Will someone call the cops…

I was counting my luck outside the bar
When a vision in green slipped from her car
Perfect like a handmade violin
The tears were welling in her eyes
She smiled and I was magnetized
Or something like that you know what I mean

Well she played that thing I knew she would
She played me sad she played me good
The odds were low on me staying clean
She played me black she played me blue
She played my wallet and I let her too
But above al that she played me green

CH: Will someone…

So someone please call HQ
I have to add a truth or two
Not everything I’ve told is at it seems
Through those green eyes I saw her soul
My wallet’s not the thing she stole
With perfect eyes that matched her dress of green

CH: Will someone…