Where'd you get that little dress?
Where'd you get that hat?
I've seen other women trying to wear that stuff
But they don't look like that
I love the way it frames your face
It sparkles up your eyes
And the dress just does one hell of a job
Of clinging to your thighs darlin'
I had to take a second look
And a third look after that
Where'd you get that little dress?
Where'd you get that hat?
I'm not one for fashion
I don't care about gay Paris
Those sullen junkies on the runway
All look like hell to me
They pout they pose they curl their lips
They miss too many meals
With their implants and injections
Only God knows what is real
You come downstairs so sweet tonight
You nearly knocked me flat
Where'd you get that little dress?
Where'd you get that hat?
I don't want Boss or Calvin Klein
No khakis from the Gap
High price junk from Polo
Or that yuppie sweatshop crap
That bondage look from NYC
The whole town's dressed in black
I want your sweetness in a cotton dress
And a little summer hat
Where'd you get that little dress?
Where'd you get that hat?
Well I know you wanted dinner
Maybe coffee and a show
We could browse around the bookstore
Lots of places we could go
My vote is we hit the sheets
We could stay there for a week
We could huddle under cover baby
Play some hide and seek
I don't know why your ensemble
Gets to me like that
Where'd you get that little dress?
Where'd you get that hat?