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An invitation to a party begs you go,
You'll wear the only thing that waits inside your door,
No red, no green,
One black dress is all - any woman needs,
My, aren't we fashionable?

Calls made,
Your ride awaits,
You've dressed your lips in rose,
The powder on your face,
Who else could get so close?

Refuse directions,
You have memorized the road,
Back when you chased the trends,
Some picture always told.

No red, no green,
One black dress is all - any woman needs,
My, aren't we fashionable?

Who will sweep you off your feet?[x2]


You've made the great escape with only one goodbye,
Your stream of consciousness, it floods into the night,
The boy's predictable, the girls may never know
The beauty that you wear way underneath your clothes.

No red, no green,
One black dress is all - any woman needs,
My, aren't we fashionable?

Who will sweep you off your feet?[x2]


Role models pile up in the street,
She has survived just a scratch on the cheek,
She's paying in dimes
A midnight coffee shrink.

Her shoulder's exposed,
She holds a cup like a queen,
For some tiny ancient island country off the coast of Greece
Where the daughters will all have names like Elise.

The lighting in here is terrible,
A weird glowing green,
And flattery won't get her out of the seats.
She digs in her heels,
Her mascara streaks,
Who's gonna sweep her off?

Why didn't I, why?
A hundred miles deep,
Who's gonna sweep her off of her feet?
A skeptic at heart,
But why shouldn't she be?
Who's gonna sweep her off?

When every mouth lies,
And every hand cheats,
Good luck sweeping her off of her feet,
With those x-ray eyes,
And see the wolf in the sheep,
But who's gonna sweep her off?

I am your style,
Oh, and you are my style,
And I am your style,
And you - are - my - style,

Who will sweep you,
Off your feet? [x3]

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