Down through the ages men have died for women
And done so for many times
Each time I loved one, I ve always lost one
Seems the right one is so hard to find

Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color, one in each style
I ll find a lady someday to wear them
My shopping will be done for awhile

I ll bet somewhere s a lady shopping for britches
Comparing the value, appraising each pair
Maybe someday the Lord will bring us together
And we ll both have a new wardrobe to wear

Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color and one in each style
Maybe someday if I'm lucky
I ll find someone to wear them
And my shopping will be done for awhile
My shopping will be done for awhile

I m looking for a lady who ll look good in dresses
She must be red-headed, green eyes and be fair
I ll make exceptions to all my requirements
As long as she s willing to care
I just saw a beauty with blue eyes, what a cutie
Bond hair like a halo around her did flow
But the brunette beside her would be just as lovely
In the dresses I bought long ago

Now as I sit here dreaming, planning and scheming
Why should I make standards when everyone knows
As your need ranges, women make changes
And you must accept them or just let them go