Down through the ages men have died for the women
And they've done so, so many times
Each time I loved one, I've always lost one
Seems like the right one is so hard to find
And I'm shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color and one in each style
Maybe someday if I'm lucky I'll find someone to wear them
And my shopping will be done for awhile
Somewhere a lady is shopping for britches
Comparing the values and appraising each pair
Maybe someday the good Lord will put us together
And we'll both have new wardrobes to wear
But I'm shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color and one in each style
Maybe someday if I'm lucky I'll find someone to wear them
And my shopping will be done for awhile
Maybe someday the good Lord will put us together
And my shopping will be done for awhile

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