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