Sitting at the bar I watch you
watching me
Yeah. I know I look good in this red dress.
The way it hugs my body, kisses my . . . curves
The way you'd like to.
I see your eyes
when I walk across the room
following the sway of my generous hips.
Yeah I know I look good in this red dress.
You sweating yourself trying to get next to this
nose wide open, you and your boys.
Sending me a drink, you come over
as if that was something that gave you a right
like you'd made a payment on something
starting to get knotted up at the thought
as your boys watch, taking bets
Yeah I know I look GOOD in this red dress.
Yeah! And you know, you can escort that drink right back over there
with your friends.
Nothing has been bought here.
Nothing is for sale.
And I sure as hell
Don't want to be your bitch for the night.
You CAN'T get next to this.
Yeah I KNOW I look good in this red dress.
Now that the evening is over
and I've drank and danced
gotten all sweaty . . . and a little wet
and had MYSELF a real . . . good . . .time
I'm taking my FINE ass
and ALL this, right out that door
alone.
Yeah I know I look GOOD in this red dress.
You know it too and you know what?
You'll remember.
(c) A.J.Heard 1998
I was born in Los Angeles in the 50's when you could still see it rural backbone. I moved here to Santa Cruz 20 years ago after attending the wedding of a friend and losing my soul, had to move to reconnect. For this moment, here is where I am.