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 doorwayOne hand goes across my

And one hand down the other sideHis 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 carWe had no words, we had no words

So I fell asleep

I knew that I would take courage

If I had enough to drink