Put a red dress on
He asked, and asked for her to put red on - she smiled, and mischievously, in white got donned.
And he asked, and asked
For her to put red on;
She smiled, and mischievously,
In white got donned.
He wanted, and wilt,
To propose to her that night;
Take her, seduce her,
Under the moonlight.
She knew, and enjoyed,
The extra attention he showered;
Smitten souls, budding love,
No more strength to be a coward.
He hoped, he prayed,
The answer would be 'yes!'
Make vows, utter loyalty,
And not a tad bit less.
She laughed, secretly ecstatic,
Comprehending it all too well;
Preparing mind, controlling heart,
Shall she go all "Of course, what the hell"?
He smiled, he talked,
As they got into the car;
Joked well, hid jitters,
Winked, saying they were going far.
She coaxed, she cajoled,
Though not tell her, but drive not rash;
Whisking away, taking risks,
Oh what - there came a crash.
He lay, was unmoving,
Upon her shoulder, his head as it rest;
The hands, fingers unclutched,
Diamond in the palm, as if his last test.
She sat, frozen still,
Looking at the ring, breath she tried to find;
Last act, last sign,
Of the love he'd left behind.
He's gone, like he said - a little too - far,
What had she here, if he were dead;
Eyes closed, blood flowed,
See, my love, I put on some red.