(G)O kay,

I can see it now; it’s all the (D)same thing, just dif f’rent wrap ping a round it.

(Dm)No need

to soft en your words; they’re (C)still gon na hurt, so (Cm)don’t pull punch es.

(G)I tried to be ev ’ry thing you ev er want ed.

(D)Some times, I e ven stood on my heart and stomped.

(Dm)Now I’m

fi n’lly a lone and (C)dressed for the show, but (Cm)go ing no where.

They don’t need to (C)see me (Cm)cry ing.

I’ll get my lit tle black dress on,

and if I put on my fa v’rite song,

I’m gon na dance un til you’re all gone.

I’ll get my (Cm)lit tle black dress on.

You came,

lift ed me up, but then you dropped a (D)hur ri cane.

Now, I’m fight ing to find the ground a gain

to stead y my feet, get (C)up off my knees, and (Cm)just re mem ber that (G)I am

more than just some bod y’s pup pet.

(D)I’ve can

find the cord, and then I’ve cut it.

(F)I stand

a pret ty good chance to (C)dust my self off and dance.

I’ll get my lit tle black dress on,

and if I put on my fa v’rite song,

I’m gon na dance un til you’re all gone.

I’ll get my (Cm)lit tle black dress on.

I’ve got my lit tle black dress on,

and if I tell my self that noth ing’s wrong,

this does n’t have to be a sad song,

not with my lit tle black dress on.

It’s time to con nect the dots,

draw a dif f’rent pic ture of,

and paint it with the col ors of

ev ’ry thing I ev er was.

Re turn to the scene of the crime,

the day I let the mu sic die,

and re write the fi nal lines.

’Cause this time, I,

I’ll get my lit tle black dress on.