In the Doorway

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