Sadie Kait Kerrigan & Bree Lowdermilk (Ft. Matt Doyle)

I can see Sadie as she was
I can see Sadie in her pink shirt, big blue eyes
Stealing all my t-shirts and running down Bleecker
Laughing that laugh until she cries

I can see Sadie on the beach
Slipping in and out of cartwheels
She can rock a one-piece with her perfect ivory skin
I can see her shadow as the sun sets on Jersey
Drowning in the ocean of her scent and her grin

And it’s all Sadie
It’s still Sadie
She’s not gone
It plays on
Like an old movie
The old Sadie
But my Sadie
Is not Sadie at all

I can see Sadie at the Square
Serving up the buttered popcorn
Picking out a reel to show me Hepburn, Cary Grant
Closer than a closeup, my matinee idol
She’s my Ginger Rogers, my Fred Astaire, dancing…