I remembered her not by the dress she showed up in
Not the way it hugged her body almost like a second skin
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I remembered her not by the way she told me her name
It wasn't her handshake that firmly gripped my hand
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I remembered her not by the way she spoke of herself
Nor the way she would constantly tug on her dress
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I remembered her not by the way she twisted her hips
But the bright red lipstick she wore upon her lips
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I remembered her not by the way she asked me to dance
Nor the way she twisted, turned and pranced
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I remembered her not by the way she laughed and giggled
Nor the way she joked and pulled me around in circles
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I remembered her not by the slow dance we shared
Nor the small hug after and the scent of her hair
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I remembered her not by the late good-night kiss
But the bright red lipstick she wore upon her lips
