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

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