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