Thank You, Lord, for women . . . thank You for how genuinely, truly wonderful they really are
“Something in Red” is sung by Lorrie Morgan, released in 1992.
Oh, how I love this song. It makes me smile. It makes me cry. It takes the air right out of me . . . and gives it back again . . . with joy.
The words and the music, and Lorrie Morgan’s angelic voice, showcase for me just how wonderful women truly are.
The song is sung by a fabulous lady who is looking for those special, powerful, perfect colors that have a chance of expressing the magnificent, incredible emotional energy of her many personalities.
The color red illustrates the first time she met the man who would eventually become her husband. Green illustrates a touch of envy and jealousy. White expresses purity and perfection.
Blue is for her new baby boy, evidently born in the maturity of marriage, when things begin to slow down to something we call normal (hot lovers are now more like friends).
Thank You, Lord, for Love . . . that most magnificent of gifts . . . on this little speck of rock and water and air in the immensity of Your Creation, this little planet, the one we call Earth, that is our world.
Thank You! . . . for life and time with those we love, and with those who love us.
“Something in Red” was written by Angela Kaset, recorded by American country music artist Lorrie Morgan, and released May 9, 1992.
I’m looking for something in red
Something that’s shocking to turn someone’s head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead
I’m looking for something in red
I’m looking for something in green
Something to outdo an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers please come back to me
I’m looking for something in green
I’m looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I’m looking for something in white
I’m looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby’s brand new
He has his father’s nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we’re more like friends
Don’t tell me that’s just what old married folk do
I’m looking for something in blue
I’m looking for something in red
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger than I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock the man dead
I’m looking for something
I’ve gotta have something
I’m looking for something . . . in red