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Lyrics: Black 47. Bankers & Gangsters. That Summer Dress.

I don't know why it all fell apart
I was too young, you were too smart
I guess you knew
It was goin' nowhere right from the start

But your memory brings a smile
And every once in a little old while
I remember your sheer craziness
Electrifying my heart

That summer dress
And your kiss of fire at my door
That summer dress
It spent most of August on my floor

That summer dress
And your spark of desire at my door
That summer dress
It spent most of August on my floor

I know your sensibility
You always wanted to be free
No one was gonna change you baby
I wasn't gonna be the one to try

But I think of you now and then
Wonder if you ever found the one
Who could satisfy your electrifying desire

All that long July
I watched you smile as you passed by
I knew what you were thinkin'
Especially when you were drinkin'

Come the heat of August
You and your new summer dress
Did you wear it just for me
Don't matter, it came off reasonably easily