Well I always knew how to stand
What do I do with my hands
And a voice that promised the land
All for a promising hand
Dinah I couldn't hold sand, Dinah my hands
Dinah I couldn't hold sand, Dinah my hands
Well you walk so womanly
Grace of a woman to be
Sure on your toes, always a rose on your cheek
Dinah who's touching me
Dinah my heart's too small to hold him all
Under the skin I tried to crawl
Lately my hands do shake, with every breath I take
Only a mile to make
Maybe my bones will break, with every step I take
Dinah I couldn't wait
Oohh, sure on my toes, rubbing the rose in my cheeks
Dinah who's watching me

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