In the doorway
In the doorway
It was easy to forget
With his hands
Upon my waist
In my old Italian dress
I was dizzy
I was guilty
I wanted to confess
In the doorway

One hand goes
Across my...
And one hand down
The other side

His mother lives
Down by the sea
His grand-mere lives
Right next to her
His uncle waved
As he drove by
I was waiting in the car
We had no words
We had no words
So I fell asleep
I knew that I
Would take courage
If I had enough to drink

In the doorway
In the doorway
It was easy to forget
With his hand
Upon my heart
One hand underneath
My dress