The Girl In The Yellow Dress
David Gilmour
She mesmerizes with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true, Gauloises blue
What else is the poor boy supposed to do
She dances like a flame, words unheard
Eyes closed
Yellow dress
Whirls and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a move
Leads him out to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow-dressed flares
Eyes closed, arms above
She shakes pearls and snakes
Too late in this folie à troix
He sees that the heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please
Lifts his sax, says: Here's my little tease
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames come up his spine
As she shakes, whirls and snakes
