You sit there in your
Yellow Dress
All pouty lips
And spoiled words.
You dance there in your
Yellow Dress
Leaving us to wonder
Where you ever came from.
You kiss me in your
Yellow Dress
And I am not afraid of you
Or your words and wondering.
You are mine when you are in your
Yellow Dress.
Mine, you're mine.
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