Red-checkered blankets and baby's breath,
The wind waltzes with your summer dress,
And we're skipping stones and holding hands,
And we make love in the rose gardens.

Saturday nights at the drive-in,
Where the backseat robbed our innocence,
And you listened close to my lament:
The man of infinite sadness.

The nakedness of woman is a gift from God.

Now it's over, and I thank you darlin', for your love.

I saw your soul as you took off your clothes in a flower bed.
Your kitchen was the only witness when we couldn't stop dancing even though the record
started to skip
started to skip
started to skip
started to skip

I wish that I were a cigarette,
Loyally dangling from your lips,
Like an angel at the gates of heaven,
I'm bound to you by faith and trust, not obligation.

The nakedness of woman is a gift from God.

Now it's over. And I thank your darlin' for your love.

Come home, or answer the phone, or just say that, there's something left, there's nothing left.

Nothing left.

Now it's over, and I, thank you darlin', for your love.

I'm in love, with you. Still I'm in love with you.


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Red Checkered Blankets song meanings
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