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