The Findells: Music
Take Your Dress Off, Irene
(The Findells)
The girl behind the counter is so pretty
And the look you share is nothing new
Just for a moment what they think you do not care
You’re walking on air
You’re walking on air
You don’t hear what your mother says
And the world is somewhere far away
Alone in your room you close your eyes
Put your hands where you want her hands to be
Take your dress off, Irene
You always knew it was not the same
How could everyone around you be so cruel?
At the table you play the same charade
And your mother knows
Yes your mother knows
Still she asks about the boys at school
And your brother rolls his eyes
Your daddy reads the news
And you shrug like a little girl
Take your dress off, Irene
You tell yourself you’ll move to the city
This small town is no place to be
But as you walk past the café you know it’s true
She touched you
She touched you
Take your dress off, Irene