Kisschasy Black Dress Lyrics

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I dug you up this morning and took you home.
To have you here beside me, cold but close,
I made my mind up last night that heaven just can't have you.

I made you breakfast but you would not eat. so I took your black dress off and washed you clean.

The sheets are creased from your last day, a silhouette of where you laid.
They'll find your headstong in the yard with your black dress and my guitar.
I'll carry you back to your grave, where you and I will always stay.
I close the casket, it gets dark, they'll find us in each others arms.

Written by: Darren Cordeux, Joel Vanderuit, Karl Ammitzboll, Sean Thomas
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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