oh how she wears that little white dress

I want to dance with eleanor powell
I want to hold her hand as she spins that little white dress around me
I want to smell her hair as her waist turns in my hands
I want to make her smile, a lover’s smile
and feel her giggle
and feel her squeeze my arm
when she wants me to know she’s right there with me
I want to take two champagnes from the waiter’s tray
take her to the balcony on my arm
I want to see her eyes widen
and head tilt slightly back
as she looks up at me
as she falls for me
I want the moon to be big and white and magically – only light us
and the distant music from the band to be playing
our love song
I want to take her glass from her hand
set it down on the terrace
pull her close
tell her I love her
and will take her away
then kiss her
long
soft
and with hints of lust
and feel her squeeze my arm once again
to let me know she’s right there with me
and for her to hug me with everything she’s got
squeeze me and bury her head in my chest
oh how I want to dance
with eleanor powell