Jonatha Brooke - Red Dress Lyrics

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Red Dress

Red Dress Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Red Dress By Jonatha Brooke?
I'll wear the red dress tonight
You will reel your heart in tight You can have the upper hand and I'll pretend to understand Why, it came to this How it came from there to here How we muddied what seemed clear Were we just doomed from the start Undermined by simple hearts Why'd it come to this [Chorus: ] Come down in silence, come down in fear Come down in pieces Come down in tears Well there are days when the light hits true Days of him days of you Nights of sweating, toss and turn Nights I feel your cigarette burn Why'd it come to this As we take our places in this charade If the sun's too hot, well then sit in the shade Jury's still out so we make lemonade and say Why'd it come to this [Chorus: ] Well, we all get what we deserve I get him and you get her Given the chance I still defer And maybe we will always wonder Why, it came to this So I'll wear the red dress tonight You will reel your heart in tight I will have the upper hand and You will finally understand Why, it came to this (Repeat 3X) |
Who Wrote Red Dress By Jonatha Brooke?
Heidi Range, Brian Thomas Higgins, Timothy Martin Powell, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrun Cooper, Keisha Kerreece Fayeanne Buchanan, Mutya Buena, Robert Edward Bradley, Nick Coler, Lisa Cowling, Shawn Lee Mahan
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What's The Duration Of The Red Dress By Jonatha Brooke?The duration of Red Dress is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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