It don’t take the news to give me the blues
Or a shot to my chest to make me loose rest
And the passin’ of time don’t trouble my mind

All it takes, all it takes, all it takes is a little black dress and I’m a mess.

When I turn out the light, well I sleep alright
With my money and my love I’m not too uptight
And the game’s just a game it’s not the truth or a test unless

She wears a little black dress

Now the legends of old don’t weigh much on my soul
Nor the book-keepers tomes diminish the worth of my prose
Cause most all of time well im doin’ my best

Still all it takes, all it takes, all it takes is a little black dress and im a mess

And the sharpest mind you aint likely to find
Even though I cut back on the smoke and the wine
Almost everyday I’m working to pay my way out west

Back to a little black dress

Back to a little black dress