The way your hand falls in mine
Singer sings an easy line
The evening takes a steady toll and you're
Disregarding my self control
Breathing felt warm on skin
Jive in the middle, dance again
In a crowded room of empty men
I'm putty in you hands
CHORUS
In that dress, in that dress
Nice to hold in that dress
In that dress, in that dress
Nice to hold in that dress
Just before the tender kiss
A strange and overpowering bliss
My mouth is dry, my blood runs cold
I feel about ten years old
CHORUS to fade
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