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a lament for June 6, 1968

The Girl in the Polka Dot Dress

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high
There's a polka dot dress on the line hangin' dry
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye, not even God bless
She gone in a flash in her polka dot dress

Someone seen Sirhan, hangin' around
At the old church on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance; she had her mind hard on the task
Somebody said, from the bottom she'd deal
There is nothing she and that dress don't reveal

Bobby was talking, there's a speech that he gave
He said every man's conscience needs to be raised
Like a star up above,  it can be your best guide
And every basic need, can be satisfied
But it ain't easy to swallow, for some it's a mess
So they sent in the girl in a polka dot dress

There are no mistakes in life, some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
A lot of people, they felt it inside
A slow burnin' death, on a very fast ride
When the girl, she laughed and started to gloat
As in her polka dot dress, down the steps she did float

There’s smoke on the water, it’s been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating a dead horse
She never said nothin', tho a lot to confess
She gone like the wind in her polka dot dress