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 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 In that dress, in that dress Nice to hold in that dress In that dress, in that dress Nice to hold in that dress